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CHANNEL 1:
dancing lights
motionless clouds
a black and sinister
river
extending its tendrils,
upending granite sinew,
river, river, river,
rivulets in my flesh,
cold like frozen midnight ice
a river, a serpent,
taking flight
a knife,
serrated edges
merciless
silent steel sociopath
a knife
thrust into a ribcage
again and again,
blood drains,
a human
turns into
a corpse
on the sidewalk.

smoke
trailing out,
escaping
from the barrel of a gun
from the burning tip
of a cigarette
a charcoal fireplace
miniature sun,
the tip of a cigarette
withering away
into nothing,
escaping
constraints
of the physical forms
as cancerous fumes
-- mass-produced
smog-swathed butterfly
skateboards of death.

motionless clouds,
dancing streetlights,
dancing clouds,
emotionless streetlights
a storm's brewing
thunder BOOMING
blackened nimbus looming
thunder rolling
like a staccato
marble
rockslide
clack clack clack
RRrrRrrrRRR
pyroclastic avalanche

dancing clouds
motionless streetlights,
emotionless streetlights,
scarab beetle knife
guts the bleeding
hairy black-boar belly
guts slopping out
like maggots
in minced-beef
glistening guts,
scarab beetle knife
still inside the green
and purple and sugary
humming bird heart,
slushie blue like molten tar
linoleum swamps simmering
boiling, boiling,
whistling mercury
metal kettle murderer
no
the kettle's
is whistling
the factory shift is now over
the train is now departing
steam is escaping through
a very small hole,
scraping and screaming
against serrated
openings in
skin-melting pipework.

i painted a
crab on my face
in the mirror
with the blood
of my unknowable enemy
i'm finger painting
martian gingerbread landscapes
with the blood
of my unknowable enemy
i'm sinking into
an ornate white
bathtub
filled with the
dark, thick,
crimson wine,
congealing, coagulating
sharp-scented
and sharp-tasting
grotesquely red
blood of my unknowable enemy

sharp machete,
here's my long arm
outstretched
and my palm
seems infinitely far
away from my face.
here's the my other arm,
holding the machete
high
above my other arm,
the one with the palm
that's very
far away,

i am a cruel and vicious
construction crane
armed with a
comet-tailed
wrecking ball
i am a decrepit,
crumbling
vulnerable building
that's about to cut
off its own arm with
a sharpened machete
slice

OWIE OWIE OWIE

THAT'S
AN ALLIGATOR ASSAULT
FROM THE FEATHERED
COBRA PHARAOH
NOW IT CURLS INTO
METATRON'S
SEVENTY TWO
CADILAC
BLUE AND BLACK
LONELY,
LONELY,
FRIDAY NIGHTS
IN ARABIAN
SUMMERTIME SADNESS

WIP OUT THE WEED
ROLL UP A BLUNT
GET HIGH
'CAUSE YOU'RE LOW
SEE HOW FAR
YOU CAN GO
UNTIL YOU
DIE AND DREAM
FOREVER

BUT FOR NOW
YOU'RE JUST
STONED,
SPRAWLED ACROSS
A SOFA
IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE NIGHT
IN THE
SOLID DARKNESS
OF THE ROOM
THE ONLY LIGHT
IS THE TV
COLOURS AND SHAPES
AND ALL SORTS
OF VOICES
TRENDY VAPOURWAVE
TUNES PLAYING
IN THE BACKGROUND
OH
HOW YOU WISH
YOU WEREN'T
empty, tired, useless,
all alone in this
wide wide world
lost all interest
lost all feeling
lost it all
and there's no
hope
no hope at all
i wish i'd never
wake up
from my dreams,

my dreams -- a soothing sea breeze, refreshing sunlight, soft and gentle pillows, kind smiles and melody-laughter.

reality -- a dirty broken beer bottle jammed into my blackened
chest, rusty nails being forcefully pushed into my festering eyeballs, thousands and thousands of rustling barbed wire snakes squirming around my intestines glittering tinsel tapeworms that glitter, tinsel gashing me apart into arcing latticework of agony of cutting and stabbing of stabbing and pain.

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CHANNEL 2:
add three cups of white washing powder
add the liquid detergent
add the liquid softener
separate the clothes
into whites, darks,
lights, jeans,
and delicates,
when sorting
consider the weight
of the garment as well,
assign very soiled
clothes to a separate pile,
dark, bright colors that bleed
and delicate fabrics
should be washed
with cold water.

load the butterscotch parrots
and the checkerboard giraffe
and don't forget
the stampeding
blue island stamp
elephant-rhino
reverse combination
mt.fuji flamingo tattoo
on a chrome-chicken
silver-pump pufferfish.

select rinse,

load yourself into
the washing machine,

close the door.

take a deep breathe,
calm down,
feel the warm water
slowly rise up around you,
take a deep breathe,
relax,
feel the water flood
the chamber completely,
feel your lungs
starving for air,
feel your muffled
watery screams,
feel your hands pounding
against the doors,
feel your trembling hands
desperately clawing
against the inner mechanism
panicking, panicking
looking for a way
out
out of this swirling
blinding burning
choking death trap
feel dread and
feel fear and
feel terror
feel your life slipping away
feel yourself giving up
feel death,
give it a firm squeeze.

die.

no wait,
that's not right,
put the dirty laundry
into the washing machine
instead.

washing machines
rumbling washing
machines,
machines
can't help us,
they can't purify
our missing souls,
machines can't help us,
they can only
nullify our goals.

maybe my soul
is lost inside a junkyard?
half an atom in a haystack.

the junkyard
my soul,
stuck inside
a half-empty
mayonnaise jar
that's buried in the
very core of
a titanic mountain
of rusty cars and plastic bottles
and cartons and boxes
and soiled mattresses
and rotting food
and rubber tires
and the mutilated
corpses of half-eaten
seagulls,
this scrap heap,
this Titan
is the size of
Mt.Everest,
Mt.Franklin,
Coca-Cola
and Pepsi
and Jesus,
and all my all-American
childhood friends,
riding atom bombs
and walmart trolleys
on cowboy saddles
on locomotive telescopes
with glue-guns
in straight jacket
treasure map rainfall
on tropical gnome-tower
tiled-floor beds.

Tokyo, Tokyo, Tokyo,
where i left my inside-out
vaginal membrane salami,
cauterised on cutting board
blender bluffs.
purple smooth and spicy
quarterback defender
a car ownership lender,
AREN'T I SO GOOD
AT NONSENSICAL
AND UNUSUAL
ARRANGEMENTS OF WORDS???

why, I'M PRACTICALLY
A GENIUS, A WIZARD
A PATRIOT -- ALL
THE GOOD THINGS
THAT CONFIRM
PASSWORD CHECK
AUTHENTICATE
YOUR EXISTENCE

Seoul, New York, Seoul
where I left my plastic
android heart forever,
but i'm a human, too!
i'm a woman that yearns
to be loved
but not by it by that
hairless orange-gold-blister-red
white and smokey grey
orangutang-alpaca milkshake
shoelace isolated midwestern
town dream.

i'm a woman that yearns
to be touched
and my husband and his
dog haven't touched me
in years for
fear of contracting
a mud-puddle
raincoat yellow
delirious desert mirage
NES Knock Out!

my husband hasn't
touched me
in years,
for Venus hasn't a ring,
i have five pence,
but Saturn's stills bitch,
heart black as pitch,
light another firework
in the middle of the
gas station
supersilence for a
moment
--BFFFFFFFFFFFF

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CHANNEL 3:
hope into my jet,

jump into this ditch
drink melted styrofoam,
chloroplast candle wax
sculpted by sentient
malevolent
dump trucks
carrying gravel
and fireflies
and various fruits
that can fly in
the moonlight
like overweight
colourful bats,
if they so choose.

hop into my jet,
it's actually the
structural integrity
of the Sahara's
secret subterranean
winter wonderland,
hop into my jet,
where the knights
wear no armour,
they ride marmalade
speed boats
and wield pride,
envy and arsenic-flames,
fireworks!
fireworks!
utter no names,
they're always playing games
in the playground,
when times were
simple and still,
and i was afraid of
Cruella DeVille
and whatshername
was still stuck
in Kansas,

a state which was
overflowing with
mouldy pesticide plates
aboard Georgian Malibu
Planet, equal to Euler's
wet dream on a diagram
spliced with the genes
of a young ostrich -->
XOXOXO
neon pink,
acid yellow,
acrylic Ophelia --
a euphemism
for the blight
of the blight
into and between
the instruction manual
blight of
the angry locust mountain...

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a flash of light,
a high-pitched chirp,

just like that,
the tv died forever

ptew