unfinished mutter

three aliens put me in a moralist’s mood
something drastic this way plumbs

i weigh drachmas and lacerate
the heavens in heaves of heat dome
reflected hotness

two rectories are empty
smelling of fear and carnal loathing
backhander deals glisten and tingle
repeated and incessant cufflink droppings

syncopating through sycophant hallways
blackened by last year’s incendiaries
panegyrics of the dead / heather showing /
bookworms at the fist
i can’t take it

drop it along with all apostrophes
from this point forward
the corporal of spaceship strips
daubs and hallmarks a planetary weave—
miami seems like centuries ago
eons of paeans in a minor key

peons in a peonage preposterous
a peonage so colonial
so parochial
so full of disparity and shanty display
so reminiscent of footstools
and pince-nez
so categorically non-monocular

lenticular and lent on a lend lease
lasseiz faire lagniappe for the soul
for the soulless

call some time

and see

nothing there

What I’m Reading:

Psilocybin, the hallucinogenic compound in magic mushrooms, temporarily resets entire brain networks that are responsible for our sense of time and self. After seven volunteers took a huge dose of psilocybin, groups of their neurons that normally fire together became desynchronized. Most of these changes lasted for a few hours, but one key link between different parts of the brain remained disrupted for weeks. “I’ve never seen an effect this strong,” says psychiatric neuroscientist Shan Siddiqi.

— Max Kozlov / “Your brain on shrooms — how psilocybin resets neural networks” / Nature