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
Kantigona Lurex is not a person nor an avatar but it could eat 3 tones of flax at breakfast. it has a bad reputation because of its long hairy hands – five – it uses to climb on advertising trees and howls long stupid poems about car crashes, how to repair a washing machine, burned moths, little muddy glass shards, future nails design, appendix art, environment eschaton and IKEA prospects. Kantigona Lurex describes 23 entities that emerged from a bottle of mescal that a cyclop from holbox island accidentally broke in the head of a tiburon ballena. one of entities named sicofanta koatli shares with an human form three noses fixed on a wood head of an underground snake. koatli writes poetry helped by a porn star plumber made from burgers and goat cheese. its last book – serenade for a dying napkin (2017 MUpress) is a grotesque manifesto against social media martyrs and their impact on poetry. the book also deals with proxenetism in the insects’ world, the industry of clothes made from snake dead skins or the semantics of crickets songs vs. climate changes. (‘do not wash/dry clean/ do not dry clean/do not wring/dry in shade/make up your mind / this is not a joke/ this is a joke/ do not iron/ you are just a scared scarecrow / and your mind is slowly devoured by commercials – how to charge your phone at the bottom of the sea).
covered in textile cloud
an electric lark made up from lycra
he is barking like
a cotton slice of cake (cf. kkant)
a funny chorus of violence and ambiguity
that craves for the dark melancholy
and never satisfied
I jumped in the dead leaves pond
to find my genuinemotherboard
my techoanima
while harvesting this reluctant afternoon
thrash gods chilling in the neon lights of a drugstore
amused by the sober corporate zombies
rushing like petals
to their ikea graves
they found a psychotic transfer with their toads
like the fermentation of laundry
in late autumn nights
text-ill : traumantra:
mitochondria pride –
another loathing innocence
for the sake of re-searchers
even a FNORD in the middle of confusion
hazard suffering hazard suffering
the toy is hiding in the heart s void
a plastic butterfly :
a silent mechanism of stupidity
while the mind is burning
loopholes occur
I started writing and typing my neurosis
until this obscure burger
my sacred meal
is eaten
by a parkinson pigeon
eCHt 