K. S I L E M   M O H A M M A D
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FOUR POEMS

 

 

Nietzsche's Failure

 

it is Nietzsche's failure that provides the matter of my work
art is contextual follow the blood not the word made flesh
we have always been taught to look for the lack of the core
what remains of the “between” space
that divides the seam that touches both borders
I don't see that so much these days
because the networks naturally seduce each other
in the manic state I am bursting with writing
but get off me! the hell scattered in numbers
but some moment you will think to yourself
in the end isn't it all music?

doom and gloom and standard aesthetic theory
a technique held up by several depressive pillars
a land without chocolate in “burials”
in truth there's so much thanksgiving relegating it to a day Tuesday
was goth day Anthony walked in and said where is everybody
fostorfæder turns up occasionally what are you guys talking about?
“sex on horseback” / “in the same family but not related”
funny after the repetitive living motive
to reach for some deep semantic function from Ezra Pound
the emblem of slut lust cunt various graphic variants
the face of earth and stars and air

Robert Duncan too is a force
this boy genius who lies down in the Jericho violence static art depression
I love the irony of ambiguity and non-recognition too much
what about science? folktales and incomplete sentences
both regarded as noise-elements and hey I ain't diseased
ahmo find me a woman with a range of topics
not usually found in breadfruit

I'm too horny actually we do come here for the atmosphere
fuck you very much the hangover says
I'm not a fan of profanity especially and What's happening today
such as surrealism (which why the capital “W”?)
we are shot by uniformed zealots
do they complete their revolution in exile?
caress each other willingly desire welling up between them
beating like a heart in their hands?

life is admirable I was shouting
but it's the exact opposite three “F's” below zero
familiar meanings are evoked only to die “what the?”
sleeping mildly metaphysical verses
which yet we seldome use in prose but sometimes
this happens all too much but what do I know anyways
to make it sound good and give it the process

thank you for sharing the form of our uncertainty
you don't have to rhyme you can just say some goofy shit
baby wants to disturb the servile economy of language
like well I see no 99% who is Canadian anyhow
won't see more the curve of your calf published in Toronto
wait what am I saying yeah I would
but song members participate collectively
in readings on radio stage performances and international dreamplay
to resolve problems and find admirable nightmares
fashioning anxieties out of papier-mâché
an item in God in money in relationships in trouble
people think you are trying to write and
I don't understand then they get in a boat

 

 

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