I.
In this City, Built over a Swamp, You’re
1. Within a City in which to Piss out one’s Identity
2. Within the EL Train looking for someone to say something to someone to anysomeone
3. Within the Notion of getting the best place to buy turnips is down the street inside Anyone anyone please get me up in someone’s Skin
4. Within the Heat of these Streets in June, I’m so itchy with these fuckin’ crabs Swollen with the Terror of how This is all too Fucking Much
5. Within the Solidity of one’s Bones us/up against the do you wanna go swimming or just sit by the river and talk Wall to draw out Our own Conclusions end in Confusions
6. Within the Presence of the Other sacks of shit like you knew them was the Construction of Us was our wasing was
7. Within the Thought “I want to Muck about townies are so full of it like you were when you were with you” under a Tree in August where our Sweat boxers are better than briefs because they sludges us to Secretly Touch
8. Within the Inability of this Sense of how we’re fuck me I’m Jewish Blinded by the Impossibility of not just being Ourselves
9. Within the Trash of the Storm widening does this make me look fat or is it’s Leash, to roll out another Memory, another Failure
10. Within the Blank Page you become my two slices to stay Neighbor, which I wholeheartedly Despise
11. Within the Dream in which we don’t heat ‘em, thanks, Sensed our Physical Declines or, as if Children, Frozen, in a Smudge
12. Within the Flames of our Tensions from I walked home from work today and went the long way it was nice Uptown to we’re going Southbound, Baby
13. Within the Subscription you Hold: Your Boredom is I like little dogs because I’m gay I guess Immeasurable, you Poor Little Thang.
14. Within the Ah Motherfucker when you reach the End of this one’s broken I think, the Line on the EL & well lookie here you’re Shit outta Time
II.
“My Life in this City, seems like Something you’ve never Dreamed About”—“The More I think of you, the More I just want to Grudgefuck you, tenderly”—“& Fuck, what’choo think about that Face up in my Ass?”—“Your Seduction, depends upon the Agitator”—“The More I hear about Terror [in] Town, the more I Shiver in your Hands”—“It’s only natural to have this Fear of finding your own Ending”—“I just want to fall into your Body, on the Wrong side of this City”—“There is no Blueprint for an Asshole”—“When I came into this World in Filth I was Glorious in my Rankity”—“I don’t feel the need for you to Come too, but you probably should”—“On The Face, gathered your Footprints”—“I would like for us to Lay in a Ditch together, Bloody & Laughing”—“Songs are more endearing when I cannot decipher the Words”—“The Bridge between like this time when I didn’t know you but knew of you and was curious and heard you were curious and that’s just because smart people are curious and I didn’t say hello because I was going through some shit and you were going through some shit and that’s just it a Song Bird & a fucking Bitch”—“Call me your Bitch & you will be the one who Commands”—“I cannot see this Horror marching towards us with your Fingers in my Eyes”—“I’ve got the Runs”—“I like when you hold my Cock with an Air of Unbridled Aggression”—“But since I’m alone, I wanted to hear my Neighbors fucking up in This”—“It’s Gradual like an Allegro”—“There is a reason I feel so Empty—Handed”—“The Small Pains of the Day”—“Methinks my Love flows South from your Lips”—“Our Intimacy is a Perpetual Abbreviation”—“Which never Alleviates”—“It’s early June & already, in the Mirror yes, you are already Ruined”—“To Tyrannize we Adjust our Expectations of the Outcome”—“This Alone replaces our Past Intimacy”—“I want you to say my Name so that it Hits upon my Ears, as one Fuck of a Lashing”—“I am so tired of being Specific”—“I think you have the most Beautiful Titties, I ever did See”—“I want your Fist across my Voice”—“Our Love is a Hole”—“In which I desire to and that’s the difference Suffocate”—“It’s the Emotions I need to Avoid”—“Farming a Form of Forgetting”—“We were making Love rise by it’s Feet”—“I don’t believe a Word I say anymore”—“I want to Open the Door tonight & find myself Adored”
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III
This City Sleeps because This City has Shit to do.
This City Tho, never Rests Working we’re always Working to get to Work or finish the Work to Work on Working so we can Work on getting ourselves Home so we can Sleep to Work to Press our Working Bodies subserviently Working to Work at Sleeping Working to Sleep so Working is Working our Bodies in a Pushing Working a Working to the Bed Working to Sleep at Working to Work at Rising Working so to Work again Working to Fucking Working to Work to Work & Working at Working the Work on getting Ourselves to Working on Working Home Working again to Working at Sleep Working ourselves to Work Working then to Working to Sleep Working again at Work Working to Work a Working at Working to Work at a Stop Working the Mind Working through the Work Re-Working of the Working Day Working & Working all that Work Working at Working that keeps us Working us Working & Awake Working at Work Working, Working to Forget Working the Working our Re-Workings Work of the Working Day Working won’t Stop Working so we Work a Working at desperately Working at Working to Forget Working Our Working of Work Working to Forget how we’re always Working at Working in Work to Work & so we Work to Begin to Work at Working a Working Dream Working a Dreaming that’ll Work to stop Working The Working that Works to find us Working to Work at Dreaming of Working a Work is Working a Dream Working in Work which we’re Working that Slip us Working Slyly Did I tell you about my day and how I got so much done in so little time and spent the rest of the time looking out the window past the woman that works in front of the window to the housing project that is on the other side of the window where there are always kids playing in the yard when it’s nice and it was so nice today that so many kids were playing and they looked nice, if poor, but people can be nice and still be poor you know Working to Work a Working us Beneath our Working Days Working in This Working City Working so much Working that it forgets it’s Working at Work constantly Working at Working a Working of Work, Works at Forgetting Working at Times Working to Work in Working it’s Working Drive to Work a Working City Working in Work never seems to be Working to Work fucking seems Working to never Work this Working a Work properly Working so we’re always Working at Working this City to Work into a Working, Works at Working a Working that’ll actually Fucking Work for once Work fucking Working a Work never Works so we’re Stuck still Working the Workings of Working to make Working fucking Work for once Working just fucking Work so we can stop Working a Working of this Work of Working to Work the Working of Working to just fucking Work so much Work Working that never Working ever Working when Working fucking seems Working to be Working so then we’re Working at our Pride Working to Work so we can Work the Workings of Working to Work so it’s always Work to Working this Working on Working to Work the Workings of Working & Working to actually Working towards a Work-Work & still Working at Working this Working is a Working feeling of I’m not actually fucking Working.
IV
Transfer—[ily] ing—[ily] Me—[ily] to—[ily] Streets—[ily]
in—[ily] Mid—[ily]-Day—[ily] I’m—[ily] Loop—[ily],
Or—[ily], too—[ily] Simple—[ily] Arrive—[ily] in—[ily] this—[ily] Crowd—[ily] Here—[ily]
I didn’t think there was anything left to do even though there was so much to do but I left anyway because I’ll need something tomorrow to do, you know?
on—[ily], all—[ily] Fours—[ily] Fell—[ily] on—[ily] Mine—[ily] Face—[ily]
&—[ily] I—[ily] look—[ily] ed—[ily] Up—[ily] to—[ily]
crowd—[ily]gang—[ily] on—[ily]
me—[ily]
which—[ily] surely—[ily] spoke—[ily]
of—[ily] city—[ily]crisis—[ily]
I—[ily] am—[ily]
So—[ily]
soso—[ily]
soso—[ily]
gong! That’s funny!
soso—[ily]:
So, [I interrupted] the
cityvoice, as
it were, outside itself th’limits
amounts to—
my feet look fancy
a monument—[ing] this Form,
err—
[un]th’[non]th’…
“I was known for my
lowclass
accent,” Ascends an
I wanted a sno-cone
but no one was selling – and Mister Softee is
too rich for my blood
instan[t]ce of Narrative [derived]—just
a series of endless
Bodies I see in place of
I place, a real fucking th’Structure
[ing] a love—rly Face this [dis]—attached
to City[em]Body a Personal or,
anti—I say shit [about] The
Private Life pronounces
so—so foolishly Framing this
produce—isis of Us
(you sure caused some trouble in that bubble)
is ising this toughsteak of
our Bodily
[de]—Feats----------->this:
How—our—EL
beating
meets
thus:
Inner antagonistic coils of—while Heating the Heart Hunted deployed, to
commuter daily often [the offerings] wrecking the while
head can’t sublimate The Horror— overtones,
the unknown raceor, loss, Crotch of innuendo, [self]caricature
maybedly—[?] an opposition to Representation, while
march—[ed] onya weightedly resumed an internal
deployment to decimate that motherfucker’s Subject[ed] Societal Half—”
V
& then you said to me:
What do you wanna do tonight?
Aye ai ai My Little Asshat
VI
1. There are Entirely too many fucking Asian Options in thisis City
2. I’m not, am too Handsome not to let just Anyone jump in front of me and Fuck Me.
3. A Flash in the Eye highlights the five dollars found Fleshy part of the Underarm.
4. Under the royal flush Skin
5. “Smells like that dilapidated dude Dumpster”
6. You are Durational, a Tone of Weight, Seemingly or, Restless and looking fat, a Pigeon.
7. You are a Pigeon.
8. You are not a Pigeon no, you are a Dog.
9. You are a Fucking Thai-licking tasty treat Dog.
10. Imagining, every moment is Your Supper.
11. You are a Filthy Fucking Dog.
12. There is still so much meaning I refuse to disclose & just then he said ‘I have hemorrhoids, sorry’ you Rose.
13. to towerself
14. The Border of Touch & your Heart pounding Hard up & Over, it’s own Edge.
15. dogchops--------------lockjaw
16. The Word, is for lack of a better alternative, I said ‘okay’ then Shit.
17. All this Excess [of words] is all an attempt to Outrun my own Voice
18. These Wings, surely are meant for Threatening a Shredding of Things so we kissed a bit and then I left & you & you always for You.
VII
The City’s Streets Sing of Glories I’ve yet to Sling. I want that Bitch all over me. In this Location, I’m surely, I’m Fucked. I adore that my Privacy has a Curfew, which makes me Sucker. The City’s Space, is beginning to invade that Other City’s Face up North. We Parasitic the Land & Captivate in good ol Fashioned Melodrama. Politics? Just keep your Mouth shut when you Eye me. You show your True Grit in this City. The Voice? Fuck it right on Down to the Low to the Music in which Unearths the Terror of your Life that you Endlessly attempt to Face to only end in Facewash. I’m Bloated. Bloated with my Desire to Absorb each & every one of my Fellow Inhabitants. & this did I ever tell you about the time that I was playing with my dog and some bully neighbor guys came up to me in the front yard and stole the old sack my grandpa used when he was in army and they stuffed dog shit in it and threw it at me, and my dog got so angry at them he ran over and bit one of them, hard and then the bully’s dad came up to my dad later and said that the dog should be put down and my dad said ‘you’re son’s a sack of shit, maybe he should be put down’ and the bully’s dad didn’t care for that and took a swing at my dad but missed and I guess got embarrassed because then he just walked away and none of us talked much to that family anymore and the bully didn’t bully anymore aside from just withering looks when I rode my bike past him like a prissy bitch Hurts me, when I am alone, going blank without a Proper Representation. There are so many Disarticulate People here, boning about like a Dog in my Lap. Against the Burst of Architecture, here in the Loop, along the River it’s Maze, I’m shy about my own Physical, Deformities give me a Dignified Composure in this House. When The City abuses me, shoves my Face in the Grind of the Street & the Hollers that Howl against my Ears which drive me Mad, so Mad & I know then that I must be Loved. Sweetheart, your Health wasn’t Invited. The Equation that Proposes, my Life is Missing something in this City. My Heart begins with you & in only you. Botulism of the Affections. I’m getting a free-ride to my own Funeral. On the Foot the Bill. One City is my Emotional Limit. Whatever you say Dollface. They’re in The Bar again talking about Beginning again. This City is aging me to the Point of. I find it difficult to just Eat my Limit bars my Strength so to Shovel more in at 3 a.m. & then some more so that my Belly is it’s own City to State. I have been Shit on by a Pigeon 3 Times now. I shit like a pigeon when I don’t eat enough fiber so I take gummy supplements when I don’t eat right enough Never in Chicago but once on my way to a Date. There is a Man inside a Room, with the Blinds Drawn, Sweating Alone, holding his Heart in his Jaw, bending a Refrain of the Train Strings us/up until the End the End
VIII
I was told this Morning, that the Pigeonman of Lincoln Square was recently Run over by a Van, in the Street, while covered in Pigeons & he was Dead
I thought:
washeDeadwashereallyapigeonDeadwasheDead?
“YesYeshe is Dead”
The Pigeonman surely was surely he was Dead & O’ How I laughed I Laughed & O’ How I did fucking Laugh for The Pigeonman was finally Dead The Pigeonman was fucking Dead
VIX
"The Ticker"
What do you call an eating disorder where you take too many laxatives?
When I Rest you see, I’ll be Done’it’ll be, The End you see The End ya see?
X.
Now Open your Eyes & find yourself here, in this City we Built on a Swamp & now
Close yr Eyes
& feels how it how
& feels how it how
howithowhowithow
howithowhowithow
howithowhowithow
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How The Shit it
gits’in’ya
I’ve had better – but not a better rectal examination.
aaaaaaaaall’up’inya’till’ya’marinate, baby
