Graze Monotony (2007)

Dinner With Nietzsche

i've been looking for a jigsaw that i can lose pieces from.
(and blame it on the government.)
i've been looking to barter my organs via the internet...
(and call feds upon my right-to-do-so.)
and
as The Night burns away the shrivelled flesh
blistered to cinders by a monster in streaking makeup,
a tight suit and the
the biggest bollocks i'll NEVER SEE
thanksgiving remains doubtful (on my part).

RARELY PLEASED TO SEE DAWN
SELDOM ENTHRALLED AT THE CRASH AND THE BURN
OF AN ANTICLIMACTIC DUSK.

i am a victim of information.
i am a son and a bastardised nephew of a realm beyond rationality
and aesthetics.  though i believe i have both, i have fuck all to do with them
these days
a million murdered souls are crushed
into fiber and clay and something close to bark
and these are they're pulped
pulped to fucking ink the wretched slivers of dirty and encrusted skin
that are thumbed through by the feverishly fickle
and the fingered-on-the-quiet.
Literacy became a chore the same day our writing started analysing us.