magma burbling

the two of us, rotation brain / you rouse / you were special to me from the very bell / there’s a sour acronym-feel that plunges through my mind about your pumped-up stopover / like a magma burbling thug / the sour of invective and bile that spinets from your braces / akin to a grin going off in your reptile brain / do you realize your malpractice now? / we’re talking about your stopover and your being unwell / sorcerer be sacked / next nation shellacked? / next tinderbox? / you and yours / don’t be a footnote / get your brain and headline correct•

What I’m Reading:

. . . I’m chock-full of indignation about the barbarism and relentless vacuity of this culture. How tedious always to be indignant. 

— Susan Sontag / “The Art of Fiction No. 143” / The Paris Review