On Scandal or The Moral Logic of Assholism
To use mass transit is to engage
in anthropological fieldwork--
some version of a weapon I employ
can be transfigured here into
the body of someone with something
vital to say. No saviors on the bus
though no reminders in the tunnel
past the transom over which rats
drag slices of pizza & we die slow
happy interferences
crossing this book on a ferry bound
for hell & transference. Blurred
magicians are no more magic
than WEs and THOUs.
Would love to have a coffee but I can't
manage having anything
that doesn't take anything
away from you.
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