Trigger warning
Con/Jur/d, sometime during the silence
1.
They asked for monsters
the older we get
the more old fears gain hold
2.
When did we give in
become the feel of metal
on a dominant
pointer finger
3.
They ask where the violence comes from
collateral symptoms, the beating
heart of a monstrous empire
4.
We used to be monster hunters
on the side of good, or at least our
families, now we just wait
5.
The crows caw
before the battle, stopped Facebook
the racket kept us up
6.
Warn me before
you mention torture, rape
babies beheaded, according to
voter mobilizers, at your behest
7.
You voted for the nuclear proliferation
garbage IN, IN
bodies mutilated, souls damaged beyond
measure, opiates to function normalized
a brutal tribal god who they were supposed
to be saved from, but were sold to
instead, didn’t you?
8.
No? It’s your fault!
9.
We are not a mechanism!
We are not
We are
We:
10.
CLICK CLICK
11.
BANG BANG
12.
Not our fault. We were never warned
Approximately 750 military bases
worldwide. Approximately, XX millions
dead based on lies. We once protested
when they didn’t let us announce
THE NAMES of the returning
cannon fodder, now we are
ASLEEP
13.
WARNING: YOU MAY BE MONSTROUS
13.5
YOUR safety and comfort
the reason you are triggered
bu ZZZZ, ZZZ, bu ZZZZ
adjacent.
Enshitification is Clarification Con/Jur/d, 10/ ?? /25 I regularly break myself down disassemble, deconstruct, unbuild she tells us, and forget others don’t do it, this way we’ll take a warning, NOSTALGIA is a deadly plague we’ve been poisoned for so long we have a natural immunity mostly it seems most want to go to a time of good liars, when pederasts were reshuffled to protect the faith when they meant THEY and they were butchered behind closed doors before being repackaged in styrofoam PLASTIC as art, not as constituent to blood, a MAKE-BELIEVE land where wealth meant best intentions and conservative means tradition, not bag on head gun at temple, boot on neck
Broken Ekphrasis
Con/Jur/d, 10/4/2025
To the poem
you wrote, date forgotten
accessible through research
but this is not
that kind of ekphrastic, filled to brimming
with admiration, longing for intimacy
with your
GENIUS
NO
THIS IS A PISSED OFF MUSE!
AGAPE at your transgression
the way you cut OUT
a piece of our soul
pinned it still
STRUGGLING
with words and letters, bloody
brutal, you’re a vivisectionist
MY FRIEND
YES, we call you friend, despite your
your familiarity with our naked form
and our past ill decisions, neither lover
nor family, could have been
SO CRUEL
SO HONEST
AND our worst enemy, could have
neverwormed past our defenses
DEEP, too DEEP
Where we turn into STARS
gas giants, megalithic galactic constructions
built by unknowable architects, the same one’s
who built orange newts, water bears
enigmatic lantern fish
our miles of veins, arteries
the FLASH FLASH
of neurons in our skulls
only a friend, whose MUSE understood
the realm of THE GODS
as well as the COMBUSTION ENGINE
could have pried a piece of our soul OUT
for all to see
AND we THANK YOU
it is far greater than we knew
and yet, looking at your presentation
there is far less to fear, it even whispers
between the lines, beneath the paint
and off set:
BEHOLD OUR GREAT WORKS!
and be comforted.
despite our epistolary pissiness
we owe you a great deal of
GRATITUDE
let this broken
ekphrasis stand in
stead.
Much love,
10/22/25, CON/JUR/d
Broken Ekphrasis is amazing