blackwater stole my pronoun: xe, xir, xemself

abysse in Fr. refers to the sea specifically
as opposed to a crevasse on land
how we say the grand canyon
or credit ratings are abysmal

one can be in a abȋme, complete ruin
as Jwlhyfer / Julian observd
once you start fucking in the bed
the relationship’s over.

blackwater stole my pronoun
as february unclenches its fist
like hitler using 卍
like Martial’s plagiarius

imaginary and actual koalas, troly loly

for Ryan his 30th birthday

turning 30 is only

as wilde is troly

living for nonce is

the creed of the ponces

s/how candid wit

overall plaisance

imaginary koalas and

creepy quakers

the tong wot ranges

similia similibus

the flameater eats

of the flamethrowers flames

dipping a pigtail in the inkwell

but s/time it’s just sentiment

myope because

they fixate on the boke

whyfore doth that grome

go wandering along the scrim

philippe among the leaves

still a desideratum

the several smitty

& unfortunat blancheflour

r tha bizniss

tho art magicked like newcomers

θanatos yo

adversaries of use
not onlye thot on thir constituents
whan who
who do not agree as to yoots
the pickling one has nat done
θanatos, top oxling
wot offers thirself
when even achilles
looks on xem lustily

when one is trampled by the hounds
of a clumsy lorry

one submits that they are of lesser mind
than this companye
one has an other crafte
far better to creep in the high grass
of hysterical illnessess

that mountebanke
causes thir invention to become tangible
who hurle brodesydis at eche other
break you off a
goodly hunk
luck is just
a residue of the brine

palin bounce plummeteth

This dog on dog aggression will not stand.

-Heather Fuller

who are innit for pure fame
tho art magicked like newcomers
when the canary came stumping
in the coalmine
cmere it said ignore our
dogaressa on main st.

—noteworthy the gimmick
to apprehend any traveler
bound by thir headlamp
w/o thir bearing
bushed into the furthest reaches—

who curated the article
frekisshe
one envyes the gesture
mislaid upon the cheek
is al so roundabout
(thir approach) one cometh saying
my mutual interests are different from yrs

xavier—once hilt
thanatos wuz demure
nor any meat in thir manner
nor do they mete out punishment

θanatos
whan grey
bespecks
ppl & thir electronic devices
s/time a dog peeping out its basket

I am having trouble connecting
w/ my constituents
the arkitects little imagynd
how thir work would be undone

bridge to nowherr

"[He has] a lack of willingness, if you will” –McCain spokesperson Nancy Pfotenhauer, on Obama

I’m gonna lay my head on some
lonesome railroad line. -Nina Simone

a lack of willingness, if you will
makes es wooing parlous
john henry or john kerry
a mystical wonderhaus

of wonderments in maine
the desegregation of
washrooms, who swindle a soup
xir showers and xir shammies
one star in thir square of skye

the warrish norm w/ bloodyed head
armadillo holding a turtle—
—the eye and its waterspout
cleopatra’s asp, or wotever
etc's neckjob

s/thing too luxuriant
w/ a blade
and s/t too capitulative
with a moose.

astonished fish

(after Maria Esther Maciel’s title “Peixes perlexos”)
The fish love to be around those rigs! -John McCain, 9/17/08

the eyewall favorable for
ikonicity an
ambivalence au bibliothèque
how eche rig shattrs
the hrt & the gut & the spleen
of fanny-freddy infamy

the fish begin to speak queerly
something that never will happen before
alexander the great
my contemporary
girding the neck
au quelque crossroads
wot disgorges
the libertine’s lap
n the ganymede’s hole

mariesther asks “why were the fish not given any tediousness”[1]
indemnification and not being held
harmless
then what the heck ys love
my brinkly protocol?

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[1] From the poem “Lost and Found” (“Achados e Perdidos”) by Maria Esther Maciel, in O livro dos nomes (The book of names).

now I'm yr dad

With zir mind on zir money and zir money on zir mind. -pfj

either doggeard to be comic
or spaciously an ape attracted to beauty
hurld in the hadean eye not bated
for a cue to being modern
bathing in like total myopia
the smaller, eastern atlantic shells
and the narrow alpine strawberries
one draws forth from the banks
irrevocably one’s hauteurs