NASTY PARHESSIASTES

    I. MOTHER COURAGE PUSHING HER S.U.V. UP CAPITOL HILL
                            
You lose everything except your S.U.V.
even your children all 8 of them murdered
8    infinity symbol stood up straight
8    double-headed lariat noose cut loose
I fit my Gemini heads through two yellow loops
flying through deep space to meet Mother Courage
Mayka Hrabrost in Serbian
How do you say it in Soviet Union
O Cold War Nostalgia: “O but when We had one enemy
not Legion we can’t see, O…”
Who is the “We” here you can’t see
My name is Guantanamo Bay, Abu Ghraib, and other branches of Blank of America
Viva Plutocracy in excelsis Deo
(Not!) but the joke won’t play today

O Nancy Pelosi I miss you come back
a periwinkle waxpastel angel
spraying bloodorange ink and periwinkle drypastel powder
into the eyes of the sailing congressman who still ties
Mason-Dixon line around his waist to keep his pants up right
who can’t say Madam before Speaker
The Madman Speaker Madman Speaker Madman Speaker
who can’t breathe right his belt so tight he barbecues his blue face weekends
and cools it in chlorinated mass grave swimming pool with quicklime survivors of
the hot threeway between The Great War, The Civil War, and World War Four

I am the resident of the Untied Laces
shoe I live in with my 8 children
A pox on the shoe lord who just evicted me
for talking to myself too loud too late
in the grey-tiled community shower of
worknight crystalnight “work sets you free” night
In the event of an insurgency you are directed to lay back and die
for slavery, paid, unpaid, and minimum waged
war to continue, flourish, and numb you to who you are Interbeing        
“I am in mourning for my life”
Chekhov coughing blood into his mezzanine handkerchief     
Stanislavsky blindfolding me in the black box torture chamber of
Our Lady of Sense Memory
my dead dog Sani erupting from Old Lyme backyard garden rocks
the wolf Nowtime the lupine Jetztzeit
wolf breath steaming from his white snout
feeding on pieces of what Mother Courage offers him her children.

    II. POEM

Directly downloading whatever that flarfy shit is into
your head
Filipiosexual
wake up
have tea and coffee with me
Crucifixee Trustee of The Instinct Trustees
as I arrive with my plague of ellipses…
didn’t that go away with the plague of…
but the plague never goes away
like love it’s here to stay like stingray
piercing the heart of
a crocodile wrestler far from his familiar terrain
bleeding into the deep
manifest destiny watery hubris grave fullfathomfivefeetdeep
those are girls that were his eyes
nothing of him that doth range
but doth suffer a sea manger dingdong serenade okay now stop
I will not I will elegy American citizens till every last
one of us is an illegal immigrant in the United States of
cholera epidemic economy we will shit coins in front of me
and dehydrated hand-in-hand plummet
through the sea, one thousand leagues under the
breathe now fairy child breathe
I am not a fairy not not a fairy and I love my lady
I am cracking apart and she pastes me back together
temporarily with her seahorse glue before death takes me
to a greater Eros unity an Eros rose cabbage soup for me
sip it slowly though it burns the throat
Ode to a Grecian burn and post nasal drip the
firewater makes I don’t need cocaine to experience
the pleasure the best think is a drunk sleep on
top of a tall stack of beach chairs at Halkidiki beach
12 feet of beach chairs stacked 1 foot for every
sign Aries through Pisces, ram through fishes
swimming in opposite directions indecisive but tied
together with luminous faith cord
a power chord if I ever heard one
and the fire ram impatient with all these salty changes
now leaps out of the ocean
cutting the faithcord with his horns
charging the Sun and Mars
and the red planet stars him in its movie of the week
LASER BEAK AND THE INVESTIGATIVE MILKY CARTOONS OF
MOLY ROOTS.

    III. MULTIPLEX

ENTER the Snow Wolf of
the Hundred Years’ War
the Iraq War
the American Multiplex-Theaters-of-War War

    The American was
                              wars
                              was
                              and is no longer
    The American was
                              and now no one will mourn him

    for his cold maw of a dead mountain lion fills with maggots
    in the Pacific rim job sunlight

ENTER Snow Wolf Mom
eating pieces of
her children out of
her westward wagon wood paw

MEANWHILE feeding on Mother
    Romulus and Remus
tear through twelve packets of white dug powder
    and feeding on Mother
the American Legions dig outhouses in the desert
    while the future shits a black hole
into an oil well

And feeding on Snow Wolf Mom dug
you dial blue community shower tiles
to talk to your boarding school pubescent memory naked and wet
the pink soft-nippled
dormitory sleep

    ”EGGNOGMART WILL BE CLOSING IN TEN MINUTES     
    PLEASE BRING YOUR PURCHASES TO THE FINAL
    REGISTER TO REGISTER YOUR LINES IN TIME–”

    OLSON TO WHALEN: “Your lines aren’t registering.”
    But they aren’t students but “continuous nerve movie”, big Charlie!
    WELL WHO WON THAT ARGUMENT?
    NOBODY AND HIS WHITE TEETH LEFT BEHIND
    IN CYCLOPS’ CAVE WITH A SHEAF OF
    DANK EPIC HEXAMETER LINES
    FOR THE SLEEPY CYCLOPS BLIND
    FROM TERMINAL MYTHOLOGY
    LIVER BLEEDING TOXINS INTO THE UNIVERSE
    OF SWOONS

            BUT SEEHORSE IS A SCHOOL
            A SCHOOL OF VIKING FISHES
            SEEHORSE IS A SCHOOLHOUSE
            IN HER I SING MY WISHES

            SEEHORSE IS A SCHOOL
            A SCHOOL OF VIKING FISHES
            SEEHORSE IS A SCHOOL TEACHER
            WITH HER I BREAK THE DISHES

             of the Arse Speaker from the thriving Confederacy
                    raising his family on the REM stage-
                                          coach
                               westward worknight
                      fledgling fascist father presence
            doing a long Mason-Dixon line of coke off his wrist

        ENTER
        Kora Courage
        her Ceasarian scar smiles out at me
    
            ENTER FATHER COURAGE AND HIS STILLBORN
            Father Courage Courage
            How did you give birth to
            the S.U.V. from your belly
            who midwived for you?
        
Mother Courage and Her Children
who lived in a shoe
Her Children’s
pieces pieces pieced together again in who who
whose wolf intestines.

            POETRY IS BLUES THAT STAYS BLUES.
            
                Her Children
                project her Technicolor bio-pic
                on a dead Emperor penguin belly.

        You Wolfman Librarian
        drink beer from Olympic goggles to sleep with history
        it’s so ugly
        not “ugly beauty” but
        it’s that ugly yes
        that ugly

             I wish I were
        the Five Spot floor
        Thelonius Monk stomping out a beat on me for a whole summer
        after five years of woodshedding
        brought on by the revocation of
        his cabaret card by cops who thought
        the heroin was his not Bud Powell’s
        but Monk did not turn his friend in
        Thelonious keys are not black and white but
        golden Libra scales in outer space
        tipping this and that way way out
            astronaut coffee spilling         
            from his vowels
            as his left foot presses down on
            my grandpiano pedal tongue
            golden golden golden

Will you marry me, Seehorse?
But you have to know I wander
all night deep into outer space screen saver
light eating my hermit eyes
like mice through D.C. greencheese moonhouse walls

But you know I have to wander I’m a
Wedouin
Wedouin
              Manhattan Desert Wolfman Librarian
    O yes
        getting married Monday
    O yes

    She said yes she said yes–

              Hi Bride–Dearest Seehorse–
with pink Seehorse glue we paste each other’s
spines together–the pink glue between our vertebrae shines–

 

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Filip Marinovich, the poetry of the multiverse occupying him, is the author of ZERO READERSHIP, AND IF YOU DON’T GO CRAZY I’LL MEET YOU HERE TOMORROW, and of the frothcoming WOLFMAN LIBRARIAN.