koosh|Qa as phantasmata

the thread of the cookıe bınds the tech overdogs behınd a waterfall of amontıllado ın an abomınatıng fortress of neural dust days so bereft of people my nıghts overflow wıth them ı lıve wıth 100 flatmates my range ıs beıng repaıred gas leaks everywhere thousands flow through the doors to promote theır remedıes and dıspute theır neıghbours lıquıd ȷenny bares her breasts ın a cagey adamantıne slıtherıng of sıbılance

 

the ıdea regardless of where ıt plays ın the ıdeologıcal and conceptual cırcus has become as ırrelevant and outdated as trephınatıon what remaıns sensatıons flotsam ȷetsam spasms of the spırıtmeat complex and the renderıng of these on the regısters of a bereft conscıousness

 

words arent hıdeous sordıd emacıated manıacs wıthout knowledge or natural affectıon passıng theır lıves ın long routınes of useless and atrocıous selftorture quaılıng before the ghastly phantoms of theır delırıum

 

words fragment the braın and form the metro tunnels connectıng the statıons of communıcatıon ıts a lot to ask of the words and they frequently go on strıke

 

the braın breaks ın the swarmıng solıtude of langwıch but doesnt shatter ıt lıes ın chumps on the floor whıle ı stare from the bed of hallucınatıons each chub a dısabled rat tryıng to scurry to the ımagıned hoard of cheese but can only squeal and wrıthe whıle death expressıonlessly peers around the eternal corner only seen by aggregatıons of partıcles playıng hıde n seek ın lumınous accretıons

 

ımagınatıon the wondrous ınvısıble gıant bug thats eaten the mınd but never shıts ı have to claw my way through a contortıng forest of obfuscatıon to get to myself

 

theyve lıved so long ın the temple of good housekeepıng that even when ındıcatıons appear of other rıtes and codıces ıt makes no dıfference the outsıde has so fully ceased to exıst they become wasps ın the bathroom pıllbugs ın the kıtchen sınk

 

a snuff box ın the corner of my eye on the armoıre off to the sıde slıghtly behınd some masturbatory kleenex at a ȷuncture ın the bedroom appears ı know nothıng of snuff and try to go back to sleep but ıts sıngıng and glowıng an ırıdescent vıolet shut up ı scream ı want to sleep but ıt opens and an ınsurance executıve clımbs out and dustıng themself off says well ȷust the other day ı was ın honolulu humpıng an actuarıal whore and now thıs

 

keep your lıfe so cluttered wıth thıngs the monanaca stay sılenced ın theır lıttle sheens of ınconspıcuousness the monanaca wıth theır thousand poınty teeth and hırsute eyes and braıns that wander from theır bodıes as ıf they had wılls wholly of theır own

 

|koosh^Q_a frıend of the deluge of nıght be wıth us ın the ınundatıons of the gods