Finally, the fractal iteration of kings.
The legless herds lie still in the fields
and eventually the fences crumble
and the wilderness returns.
Like cinnamon coaxed back out of the tongue,
this book is a formalist approach for a kiss.
Or vice versa.
Like a kiss
is oblivious, they don’t know their homestead is meat;
is meat in an age of eternal iteration.
Finally I have met you
in this video of cyborgs making out, making out
with androids in the comments below.
|About this poem:|
“There's a drawing by Natasha Allegri, one of the artists behind Adventure Time, of an anime schoolgirl with her bag thrown carelessly over her shoulder, big eyes gleaming, a hopeful, wondering smile, and crystals jutting from her limbs and side and forehead and black ooze splashing out with them. I've been thinking a lot about the marriage of animal and mineral; CAFOs, GMOs, Google Glass, psychoactives, the terraforming of the world via civilization, the organization of matter into life, death. ‘Clonazepam’ is one of a headdress of sonnets, a mutation of the sonnet crown, in which the poems are related not by bookended lines, but by themes, phrases, patterns of associations, and modifications to the mechanical and spiritual expectations of the sonnet form.”