the destroyer > text > Jacob Schepers

from THE SHEER SPACE


I’m not saying addiction’s a deal breaker
It’s just something we need to talk about
                         //
Your confluence of radio waves and easy-bake
ovens might as well go to pot, a cactus of ideas
                         //
Ideation and the influence of time on skin
Ringworm and sunspots the familiar culprits
                         //
One’s melatonin another’s heroin
Another’s pancake breakfast another’s soup supper
                         //
It’s just something we need to talk about
                         //
Something we should have addressed earlier
before it got to this // before it sat

there among the dirty dishes
                         //
Honestly it may be rather endearing: we may be
both enamored and alarmed by its hold

on our free speech // the sheer space

between us // its seizure citing eminent

domain in the name of a new
highway // a strip mall breaking ground //

the alleys – the infrastructure’s bastard capillaries –
where a stockpile of devices invite us to spill dirty blood


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//
Poor, poor Flash             //            Here lies Flash

It bit
            into the apple
                                        and the apple
bit back
            //
            Where are your corrupted files now,
robots.txt?
            // Where, oh dearth, may you vacate
             the premises of good folks? //
Honest, hardworking people
                                                        //
Give me forcible entry or give me
                                                        squatters’ rights
                        //
Grant me amnesty or at least pizzazz //
some sequined bootstraps, a rhinestone belt
buckle,
            the tip
                        from a national hotline            //

A number for the local’s favorite takeout
                                    //
Take a number                                    //            wait in line


                                        * * *


Think of me as a press release

to be

                                                delivered

just before
                             hightailing it out


of there // the thick of scandal



poaching your tender





                                                hide


                                        * * *


THE AMERICAN EPIC
tells a story
                                                //
                                                                   of westward expansion
                        // reposition this writing //
                                                                                 entropy
                                    and false consciousness
                                                                                         //
                                                            THE GLOBAL MARKET
                                                                                           foretells
                        the dawn of a rendezvous
                                                                                  // reposition
                        and shift to face a sunbeam   //
                                                                               so far removed
                        from a local network so far defined
                                                //
                                                We are all family here
                                                                                         //
                        THE BED
                                                we share grounds our politics
                                                a highly political space
                                                                        no more
                                                political than it is
                                                                                         and, really, now
                        conflation
                                                leads to a pullout
                                                                                         couch
                                                boasting your stains
                                                                                         // For padding
                        the duvet too heavy
                                                                    for either of us




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