by Ben Mirov
#2
I felt the presence
of the cold metal claw of sadness
even after the after party.
Slowly it descends
and nothing can be done.
Weary whispering wraiths.
An artificial sunset.
Years of immaculate gestation
and nothing to show
but handful of ether,
a wine glass full of snow.
I better fetch my nullifier.
It's half-past time to go.
#4007
A very imaginative lemur
could probably do my job
is what I tell myself
first thing in the morning.
It helps me to define myself
from my competition.
Nobody enters the aquarium.
I keep my eyeball on the lemurs.
Paraffin on the narthex.
Shimmy shimmy ya ya.
Now I gotta go.
# 2013
Joke Force 5
is not the name
of my global corporation,
but I wish it was.
I wish I had a reason
to collect my dollar bills
and fling them out
across the ocean.
I wish I was an ocean
full of corporations.
Then maybe I'd feel better
about the visions
I harbor in my soul.
# -99,000
I lug my information
to the crematorium.
Life is an illusion
filled with opalescent figurations.
10,000 flecks of light
on my netherworld shoes
They call me the Crystalline Waif
Welcome to my snooze.
