wears out the reader first unfortunately
Maybe if I punctuate it...
Quoting Christopher C Jones <[log in to unmask]>:
> I get back from the supermarket at four in pain throwing into my
mouth
> two tablets of codeine
and from a box of wine from the liquor store four
> glasses of sweet red wine
urgent in asking for free indirect discourse
> in a lyric poem
pulling a selected Allen Ginsberg from the tightness of
> a bookshelf
from youth to old age
where hep c got him in the end
sharing
> dirty needles and were you in bed with a man
and eating your
> girlfriend's cherry
and do commodities really care
a fetish eating into
> you he eating you
america you united states what have you done
and when
> can i ask if the scars in the crook of my right elbow
will clear like
> the ones in his legs
varicose veins have already covered those below the
> knees
and holding a penis in a bathroom
like I was masturbating until a
> vein shows itself
and the ones in my left arm are gone
being left handed
> the right elbow is easier to find
what is hidden with blunt points
> injecting capital stores of value
to keep the value up
the new secret
> money exchange exchanging
for a store of gold after the imperialists
> agree after the last war
and the war today and he said it was bad
it
> being good that capital circulates
antithesis is a story
we are told he
> said to me
on my knees scared from kneeling too long
on hot concrete in
> the wild city
neighbourhood strangers
is how she got those scars
and she
> did it too it being his cherry exchanged for friendships
not learnt in
> classic schools and it is eight pm
and where have you been these last
> four hour
half morphine lives and where is the glass of wine
not by an
> unused desktop computer tower
keyboard dementia takes it away like this
> and opening a fridge door
finding glasses still full of red to drink
and
> throwing two more tablets of narcotic opiates into his mouth
and
> drinking the full wine glasses
cold in a refrigerator
so they said and
> can you remember
what he does remember
so she says sucking my brains
> like a straw syringe
into his circulating capital dream
dementia where
> an exhausting illness accelerates
old age tropes like metaphors not
> being what there are being metaphysical
as I am a woman holding the
> testicles of uniform warriors
while they scream
men feel pain squeezing
> harder still
a firm grip on reality here
>
> [and it is here I run out of energy...
stream of consciousness style fid
> wears you out flat]
>
No, that doesn't help
but it is eloquent and painful...
m
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