Thus I became Anubis!
I thought
That this would be a great
Opening to an epic poem.
But for me to do that
I would have had to
become Virgil.
So I started the poem
Thus I became Virgil!
And so with that
I was no longer Anubis
…
Nor Virgil.
44 seconds 16 times every minute
44 minutes 16 times every hour.
17 is the number of Lazarus
One question remains, how good is your maths?
Which makes the other question, how good is your signifying?
Paprika ka ka ka!!!
Whether our man
In Kazakhstan,
Horsing around,
Running tings proper.
Getting your goat
Like an anthro polo G,
Is a mandem
…
Is academic
It’s Mel and Colly,
The invisible cunts.
The Beth
of the Unknown Verneinung.
There’s always at least two.
The girls from another planet
Cumming to blow my world.
Boys will be boys.
Hands up if you’re not the only ones.
It’s all fucked up.
I’m not
your mum!
*you’re.
We were outside the chippy
And I tried to impress her
I said
My stories are embellished
Like your
Pawn shop jewels.
I run with the pawn shop jewels
Like Goldie Lookin Chains
Newhaven State of Mind.
She looked at me,
Generic brand ketchup
smeared across her red lips
And said
*you’re porn shop jewels
My signifiyng chains
Left strung out like a
Glistening pearl necklace.
The remains of my poet’s trophy
A mere half imagined
Bukkake interruptus.
He was signifier surfing
When a shark approached.
Fortunately,
It wasn’t a Great White,
It was a Bakhtin shark
Who gets to judge the better man,
If the better man doesn’t judge?
It won’t be the better man,
Because the better man’s not for judging.
It’s merely an exploitative,
Disciplinary action
From a legitimation crisis
Of those who are for judging.
Springtime.
Taking a Dionysian stroll
During Rogation.
The air is fecund.
Twice-wyrded
As a bistort.
The meshuggah
Was labelled yetzer hara
By the gimel’s gavel.
The judge’s camel
Carried the remainder.
The meshuggah
Had nothing left to lose
But to call out
The ludicrous
Rejoinder.
image: detail of installation by Bronwyn Lace