THE ROOM
“We, ourselves, are the center of the wheel.” -- Matt Cardin
“Through the process of assemblage we create the illusion of independent thought, the delusion of madness or enlightenment, but in the other side lies an unmechanized divinity.” -- The Cog, formerly known as Dr. Con
Breaching is what the anthropologist called this
we remember her second hand complaint. of gaslighting, and how Jon had to look it up and then
she once asked us, so you want to be a doctor
of conning, faux outrage, before it was stylish
but that's how it was in those days, we didn't collage
or take photographs, those nascent desires
those things belonging to her, her territorial
marks, cutting and pasting us into an
assemblage, resembling a coherent. PERSON
later, the accusations of violence
when we didn’t move as expected,
A CUTUP PUPPET
Jon showed us THE ROOM
how vast the space, how it included
THE CHAIR
THE DESK
(all the things on it)
but also
ALPHA CENTAURI, THE SIRIUS STAR, LOVE,
FEAR, and EVERYTHING IN-BETWEEN
one of the rare times he dreamt with ketamine, he saw all of the
GARBAGE,
the streets. SAN FRANCISCO. Draining through. HER
Tonantzin
of the crevasse. of the 10’000 crystals. of the 10’000 piercings.
(her labia pierced with stainless steel)
slowly pushed into, the reverse birth. death by contraction.
10’000 cuts. gypsum crystal. communications.
THE RADIO OF THE DEAD
and you wonder why we don’t trust K? of course,
he wanted to date her -- wouldn’t you?
we didn’t
she kept saying no. when we asked politely. when we screamed
OUT OUT OUT!
she knew our boy scout training. used it to carve our FREEZE
later, the MUSE:
WHY DO YOU NEED TO BE THE GOOD GUY?
how freeing -- still the center holds
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Whenever we/he/she did any psychedelic, we would visit the non-participant
DREAM. like the night. YOU couldn’t sleep -- but you’d be there walking
through. the wall. LOOKING like you did before we met
SOMETIME before you were born
(I think it funny, she said, the academic shamans go on and on and
ON, about soul retrieval, when they leave these pieces everywhere,
and. They only need to be retrieved if they still believe in time (The future
YOU.
says UNDERLINE THIS,
it’ll come in handy when someone meets younger you for the first time
HOW did they know? Those questions are a bit; funny
PREVIOUSLY, we’ve shown you the time we came back into our body
surrounded by ALCHEMISTS, ASTROLOGERS and PHANCIFUL PHYSICISTS
taking notes, do you know. WHAT this does to a young soul? NOT SURE
let’s ask them: WHAT DID THAT DO TO YOU?
STOP. shouting, we’re right here, later when our hearing goes, you can show
the UNDERLINED parts, and the wheel will turn, and you’ll say:
OUR SOUL WAS UNDERLINED
and you’ll respond, TURN YOUR HEARING AID ON YOU DAFT OL’ BUGGER
and just like this we are CYBERNETIC (but first} they needed to make
{everything dumber) so we could fit inside this machine -- o that explains
the institutional beige, some. BODIES
try to paint THE ROOM
SUPERSET, isn’t it?
yes/no
INCLUDING, beige and every [other] sunset, blackholes absorb
even non-reflective, colors the one’s that reject, differentiate.
SO, a category that rejects categories? NOW YOU’RE
getting there, categorically
Are we still listing what’s in here? : ({[ ROOOM ]})
let’s just. lettuce jurist. ADMIT the Oort cloud
fits in here (insert YOU MOMMA joke) no matter how big
there’s still and bubbly roo.m; consider:
Room
Con/Jur/d, 3 AM
Without borders walls brought up
by you, take them, down
doesn't mean we need tolerate
our poor behavior.
a further case: (FOR us. for them)
Awkward, doesn't always present well
Con/Jur/d, soon after
Hadn't started snowing yet
crow chases squirrel, GONE
pecks, red veined leaves, gulps down
fail to say hello
……………………………………….
AFTER
Jon died, and soon after, she joined him
THOSE rooms became inaccessible, returned to our ROOM
(THERE IS ONLY ONE, he said
.and he taught us a lesson
he also didn’t like it, or the corner it came from
He keeps inviting us over, to visit his room, we’ve been told it
Contains several monasteries, some wonderful jazz pieces
and a life filled with life death, and rearrangement
LIKE, the machine metaphor doesn’t really, really really really
Where were we? WORK
or does it? they’re not random, it's simply when and appropriately
Near the end. WHERE we.
STOP. talking
SILENCE, except for distant WHIRS and CLICKS, the long slow harmonics of comets, asteroids and whatever the distant repeating signal is right, over.
