irregular

 

a piece

of dust

caught

in a

piece of

hair

stuck to

the

lamp

shade,

moving

in the air

of the 

air

condition

er,

i thought

was a

spider,

sent a

shiver

like a

snake

on a

skillet

up my

spine

like a

piano

string

strung

by god

and

played

by

exist

-ence.

it is

absurd

and

beautiful,

this

much i

know.

the

struggle

to be a

sovereign

being in

the swell

of a

system of

domination

and control

so covert

and

thorough

we live as

detuned

radios

broadcast

-ing static.

while

busi-

ness

-men

back-

stroke

in the

black

blood

of our

mother,

the

children

of the

corn

syrup

goose

step

in

circles.

creators

spinning

yarns of

the most

immacu

-late

and

finely

detailed

individu

-al hells

instead

of

ringing

with the

resonance

of our

birthright.

i

make a

mix tape

for

myself,

there is

no love

lost

between

us.

i take

myself

to the

river,

hold my

head

under

water

til i

stop

fighting

and

let go.

when i

am

through,

i return

to wow

the

masses.

i eat an

entire

block

of

cheddar

cheese,

and then

i can’t shit

until i can.