Lazarus!

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on January 17, 2020 @ 11:09 am

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!!!

Kazakh Mandem

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on December 27, 2019 @ 5:28 pm

Whether our man
In Kazakhstan,
Horsing around,
Running tings proper.
Getting your goat
Like an anthro polo G,
Is a mandem

Is academic

Mel and Colly

Filed under:poetry,Uncategorized — posted by Schizostroller on September 21, 2019 @ 6:55 am

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.

Newhaven State of Mind

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on August 17, 2019 @ 6:54 am

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.

Shark approach

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on August 1, 2019 @ 6:10 pm

He was signifier surfing
When a shark approached.

Fortunately,
It wasn’t a Great White,
It was a Bakhtin shark

Maya

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on May 18, 2019 @ 11:54 am

The firmament
Of the lower abdomen
Made public.
The shame!

On being told to be the better man

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on May 16, 2019 @ 10:08 am

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.

Wanderlust

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on May 7, 2019 @ 10:33 am

Springtime.
Taking a Dionysian stroll
During Rogation.
The air is fecund.
Twice-wyrded
As a bistort.

The meshuggah’s rejoinder

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on April 21, 2019 @ 12:46 pm

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.

Signifyin’ ‘pon milk bottom-tops

Filed under:poetry — posted by Schizostroller on April 3, 2019 @ 11:30 am

Thinking ‘pon
The contradiction
Of victim blaming people
For the abuse they receive
Whilst simultaneously judging them
For answering back

Seemed to trigger phantasms,
A blinding glare,
Maggie Smith meme dick pics,
Of virtue signalling
Utilitarianly happy
Poster couples for fascism,
Their eudamonia
A just consequence
Of their normative
Lowest Common denominator
Passive observance
To the means of production.
Like symbolically castrated angels,
Lacking in genitalia.

Affective labour
For an immaculate conception
Of a literal Genesis.
A reified Jesus.

As their shadow receded
And they thought they were out of the glare
Of their own penal panopticon machine
They set about arguing like everyone else.


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image: detail of installation by Bronwyn Lace