You’re supposed to write a poem now because that’s what you’re built to do…

Hunker down now

With the molecules

Don’t let them know the face you’re making

It’s getting too dark to taste the water

So find a new naked self

You’re not going to find a better guitar in this lifetime

So play like the sound is real

Envelope envelope

Walking till the hairs grow thin.

We’re Not All in This Together

The most annoying part
Of the pandemic
Has to be
The cloying
Saccharine commercials
Speaking in earnest
Vocal fry
With stock piano Chords
Fuzzy montages
“We care about you.
Don’t get out the guillotine.
Buy a Toyota
In these hard times.”
And then the viewer
Presumably damp-eyed
From all the corporate love
Buys a thing
Because “we’re all in this together.”

Althusser Dancing on the Head of a Pin [poem]

A communist philosopher storms into
A psychoanalyst’s conference…
Have you heard this one?
He storms in
Claiming divine right
And claims it is
The analysand
Not the psychoanalyst
Who is the proletarian –
The worker –
Of psychoanalysis
He says
The brain is a factory
And we its workers
And it’s the psychoanalyst
Who is the boss
He says we must democratize
The process
He says
The workers of the world
Must own the means of cognition

Althusser looks to Lacan
Expecting the latter to agree.
He says nothing.
Althusser is rushed out of the building.

/AN ANGER CALLED RESOLVE/

When you were born everything was already here and they said, “this is the way things are.”

When you saw things were broken and harming 80% of everybody, they said, “This is the way things are. There is nothing else.”

Then you studied history and you saw that things used to be completely different than they are now and you said “This means things could be different than they are now!”

And they said “This is the way things are. History is dead. And if you try to change it, we’ll fucking murder you.”

So a deep anger hardened in your chest and you called it Resolve. And you began to meet other people who felt the same. And together you made plans for something better.

YOU SHOULD EAT TRASH!

People are eating trash right now.
You should eat trash.
It makes you stronger
makes you bear hardship with aplomb
makes your hands and heart
grow rhinoceros hide.
Eating trash makes you a brilliant kind of monster.

At my work there’s a lock on the dumpster.
The combination is 8800
in case you want to eat Italian food trash.

My bosses lock up the trash
because they don’t want you to be strong–
because if you’re strong 
you’ll take back the world.

They like owning the world.
They like telling people what to do.
They want you to conform to their temporal framework
and eat food before it passes into the designation of trash.

Their yuppie constitutions are too soft
from years of eating gourmet food before it’s trash.
They can’t handle it.
They can’t get strong.
They can only lock the dumpster
which has the combination 8800.