Your hunger for meaning
is part of what's wrong with you.
Shit strewn sidewalks
roll out like red carpets.
The gleaming spaceship keeps
producing more.
The scapegoat grows angel wings.
The controlled choir can't help but sing.
The balconies teem with snakes
who can land beautifully.
Language can no longer reveal.
It must be sabotaged to do
its work another way.
Fuck culture, fuck aristocracy.
If we can't do it ourselves,
we can't do it at all.
Daffodils with shark teeth
eat electrode plans.
The beauty queen is a robotic
battering ram. The living door
holds out its mindless hands.
The sodomized statue stands.
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