a poem from the compendium dissimulate my reality – some nonlocal junk poetry – 23 nonpoems from the point of view of a black hole condensed in an orange – a collection of made up poets who live inside a shadow]
ix tab ular asa is a Maya non-gender poet generated by a deep lazy learning machine from tulum, mexico. ix enjoys playing, toddling and dirtying nappies. ix writes poetry with a flamingo head from a bird that used to visit ix inside the womb. after the main code of ix generation returned a fatal error – named kairos-, it was abandoned in a recycle bin in a Mayan pyramid. an iguana homeless female – called ortensia found ix and thought it to write stupid poems. ix first poetry book – enjoying human waste was published on tobacco sheets so people could both smoke and laugh. ix was facing a deep depression learning that life and Sudoku have nothing in common but suffering. this state of mindless mindfulness encouraged ix to publish the second poetry book – lacanian nirvana and other triggers for enchanted bots. the poem selected for this compendium yields for kindness in a world consumed by slow decay.
could we say that
death is what
makes a barbecue emotive?
don’t believe my bullshit
it’s a a delusional therapeutic game
stuff generates more stuff
outside the frame
of antisocial media
meanwhile
a dead ouroboros smiles
in my kitchen sink
I bought it from market
thinking to cook him
in my zanussi athanor
with soy sauce
ginger
bell peppers
brown sugar
lime juice
despite the lingering
questions though
I killed my parents
and love them after
fishbots with fake blood
swimming in my eyes
dissolving systems
pathological traps
hands are ATMs of dadaist
gestures
my stupid-phone is drinking
the violet milk of
sunsets
then a two headed bird
rests upon my digital hippocampus
in odious delight
eCHt 