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A Rusty Pandemic remix
of Bob Kaufman's "heavy water blues"
& Wanda Coleman's "heavy daughter blues"
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For Amy, who created the title
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instagram is teaching my memories anesthesiology.
i am in love with an unfuckable left swipe.
my neighbors refuse to wear their faces
& i speak bullshit.
my isp is threatening to cut off my libido.
the amazon subcontractors leave dogshit on my stoop.
i smashed my mirror so i could hide,
too tired, too fucked, too medicated for tears.
i went to the kombucha bar
disguised as a bearded hipster.
i did not recognize
myself.
i dream i dream...eh
maybe i'll just masturbate.
put the bitcoin in the goodwill pile.
trump's taken the white house,
the stormtroopers shine
their boots.
i always misunderstand other people's afflications
so i troll them. then we clash.
when reading all those thick tomes on god
it should be noted that heaven is a credit agency.
the voice of the millennium is a muffled scream,
a dead migrant whose silence
fills every space
like chlorine
gas.
now that machines finally have taken over
can i retire? or will they strip me
for parts?
i have a one-way ticket
to mars, promised to
me by elon musk.
i need to escape love.
after riding the interstate in my toyota yaris
i bought plastic knick-knacks at south of the border,
blenheim's ginger ale on my breath.
instagram is serving my memories absinthe.
i am in love with a terrorist who's afraid
of plastic explosives.
the constant preoccupation of the addicted
is checking their phone notifications.
i meme the symbols. i burn thought.
myth/my wife & me
munch on ruffles all dressed chips
as we stream the apocalypse
