Exasperated’s beef with Calm ran thus:
“You’re boring as a bus.
I’m thrilling as a bomb.”
Calm nodded with his usual aplomb.
“Never mind that,” he replied.
“We’ve both just been personified.”
“I’d rather you were dead,”
Exasperated said.
+
2:30 a.m.
Perversity as overlay
on a convention
always works.
Subjecting something
to spasmodic jerks
through any means at all,
however evidently artificial,
pan-elucidates the vast
organic mute reality
behind all prettiness:
the gall which undermines –
and peels
the scaffolding away –
reveals
whatever skews
itself into
a structure
in its vulnerable
disarray.
Inoculate yourself
with that today.
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