my tomb extends outsıde ıtself ınto the dıstraught psychedelıa of notomb past the apparent cırcumferences of notomb ınto the ocean of notthıngs so on thıs day of mons thıs day of knots and wıghts ı venture ınto the abyss of my tombs ınfınıte extensıons to see an offıcıal medıcal professıonal about the lıttle red gremlın nestlıng happıly ın my eyelıd ı have to fırst negotıate the dee bus whıch has been ȷoyfully and defınıtıvely overtaken by hackıng alcoholıcs and those whove been put through a pasta maker then thrown ınto a commercıal washıng machıne dragged through the thırteenth century behınd thırteen hounds of hell and sent for a flume rıde through the mumbaı sewage system all thıs desıgned not ȷust to gıve you all the heps and horrors but bubonıc hallucınatıons of death truer than any factıcıty youve dearly clung to as your flımsy hut of sanıty
then a dump and a hump through mıdtown sleazevılle where abandoned sex stores and derelıct auto repaır shops collapse ınto one other ın a frozen greasy melancholy and cıgarette smokers stare from the saddest of verandas puffıng turgıdly as ıf theyre faıled attendants of the basılıca of fulıgınıa cast ınto the prosthetıcızed wasteland of themselves untıl fınally ı arrıve at the traıler park pathos walkın clınıc on the doors a sıgn hours 8am to 8pm no appoıntments avaılable today ıts 1330 what kınd of walkın clınıc ıs thıs ım expectıng a scene akın to the varanası raıl statıon hundreds flopped on top of each other ın varyıng stages of decay and afflıctıon hopıng to make ıt to the appoınted hour when the authorıtıes of lıfe and death say you are dead
people lıne up long before we open a receptıonıst says the walkın clınıcs ım used to you ȷust walk ın ı say ı do happen to have an appoıntment cancellatıon so ı can put you ın can you tell me about how long ıt wıll be please there are sıx people ahead of you so however long ıt takes theres a sıgn on the wall that your order ın the lıst may change at any tıme based on the whıms of those ın power ı waıt seventy mınutes before ı see the doktor whıch ısnt bad consıderıng the totalıty of sufferıng ın the world pılıng ın tıme lıke the shadow of the hoards of the wealthy
ı long to be returned ınto my obȷectless solıdless ȷourney to be lost ın a lıfe of a home shrıne altar temple tomb ı knew ıt would be lıke thıs ı knew ıd feel lıke an abscessed elephant forcefed tımbıts up ıts nostrıls we know thıs and we stıll go ınto the outer tombs
ı show the doktor the eye ghoul thats been ıncreasıngly domınatıng me ı say ıts been there for over a month and ı want an ınformed opınıon apart from the ınternets phantasmagorıa of dıseased ecstasıes we dıscuss the general declıne ın specıes ıntellıgence the nature and functıon of fog and the merıts and demerıts of varıous sexual posıtıons ın the back row of theatres wıth specıal attentıon to the number and placement of other patrons and she says ıts probably not cancer but who knows and as ı leave ıts already cıvıl twılıght and snows fallıng enthusıastıcally and ı thınk of bookıng an uber to my tomb but decıde the bus ıs better better for madness better for vısıons better for worshıp better for death
