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Engines Within the Throne
We once worked as clerks scanning moth-balled pages into the clouds, all memories outsourced except the fuzzy childhood bits when I was an undersized girl with a tic, they numbed me with botox I was a skinsuit of dumb expression, just fingerprints over my shamed all I wanted was snow to snuff the sun blades to shadow spokes, muffle the drum of freeways, erase the old realism but this smart snow erases nothing, seeps everywhere, the search engine is inside us, the world is our display and now every industry ha
2012
Year of the Amateur
Recall the frontier when the business of memory booms, when broadbands uncoil and clouds swell with sticky portals, amassing to a monsoon of live-streams. Burn your chattel to keep the cloud afloat so its tears can freeze to snow. The voice flatlines in this season of pulp: The artist makes miniature churches out of drain pulp, The Indonesian rainforest is pulped, the last illuminated gold leaves are pulped so we gather and watch an otter nom nom sweet urchin to a pulp. We laugh softly.
2011
The Hula Hooper's Taunt
I’mma a two-ton spiker hips fast rondeau
N’ere more, nay sayer feel this orbit rattle
Wipe that prattle that spittle crass pupa
Gupta away you ma’ man,
where you revolving solving
spin shorty shark satellitic fever
Leer not, lyre I spiral atom pattern
Faster than you say my turn.
2007