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
ubik is a non-non-delusional monk who holds meditation sessions in supermarkets. you can meet him through the zanzibar shops levitating at the eye level between the toilet paper racks or above the counter. ubik had not childhood because his parents had no money to raise him. so he sat in a library drawer until the age of 23 when he came out with his only lyrics book – danger of blindness – the poetry of masturbation between narcisus, dogen and miley cyrus . he was beaten to death by some obscure malware in bucharest downtown where night and day were not distinguished due to graffiti.
silently,
as the beloved bones of my mother,
we observe
this erratic and intense fragility of
the leftovers
dancing on our dead tongues
a woman god with jaguar tail
spoke to us
earlier
but we shall hear her words
only tomorrow
(the toilet: ‘toylet’:
not near
not far)
a hallucination written on our mind map:
this stupid morning
is temporary unavailable
like a suicide note:
notpoetry :
all news are fake
all poetry fake
all memories fake
somebunal!
I will end
learning from my inner spoiled child
eCHt 