Puppy Dog

Oh how I love my puppy dog,

She is the best dog,

She is so cool,

I love her.

Terrorism is the New Normal

 of Maxwell Clark

The present-day mass-media seems to portray each and every (of the so many recent) radical Islamist acts of terrorism as “events”, or absolutely unique and unprecedented eruptions in historical time. This, of course, utterly obfuscates how, until the U.S.A. repatriates about half the globe back to itself, terrorism will now and maybe forever remain a normal everyday global occurrence, and this perhaps most especially in the few but virulently metastatic postindustrial enclaves of the world.

An Apology for My Late Unhappiness

of Maxwell Clark

Interstices warp, uncouth

As perilous grimes unearthly;

Moreso than the pillaging soot

Unavenged, trots mirthfully.

Forgo the elation of unspilt wagons,

So that demolished herons wisp octagonal;

Muck and divinities irradiated without spoons;

As these minuets haven’t anymore their young hammers.

Many are the holds of calx,

Which after tilled the murky quadratures;

Milling away the ashy wasps

Are these inhumanly fallow chronicles.

Jasper indexes, and whey,

And howevermuch is so today,

These yowling trinkets

Are my sepulchre.

Publications of wrinkly spittle, away!

People us: unbecoming, radial, diatomaceous—
These herein do flirt gargantuan

Upon our dethronements, amongst our elder copses.

Another kilo dissipates grumpiness with pliers

Unholy for wastrels of kittens in litter;

Never unbeholden these remarks too kooky for us,

Perhaps akin to snapping maws of eaglets.

Pleasure is jilted aright, alike burrowing

The paternal insolvency of giggling washbins,

Or forever trilling utterly the sickled chasms

That speed my gnashing flowers vaprous.

Mounted grates unsplashed with febrile

Meters, because of who tickles plush,

Because of horizontal extensions dulled

Downward above prayerful filigrees.

Much is wreathed askew for our truants,

More is belted apart, and renewing impoverishments

Are overgrown deathly as is most numbing,

As unsheathed powders query their ventricles.

Powers untilted succumb unto goat-herders

Dissuasion from apoplectic fluxes most errant;

The apples frill the junta of ibexes murex,

The yellowing of tridents relinquished.

Uphill redounds my whittled pouncers,

Downhill gashes bile, despite I, rattling perfumes

Of ganged inhalants, plus rushes of mendicant irreverence,

As so also heals the bumbles of rock piles.

Unfinished curvatures dilate, irrelevant

To these here builds of winking gorgons, that weld

Multiplicitous embargoes plashing, orotund

As numinous meteorite xeroxes.

Playful jitters the rash of twinklers,

Purple as mulch;

Mountainous clasps spike the placidness

Alike unto yielding hormones glow.

Magnanimous the retriever of gaiety;

Thusly milk the vipers, drain the coolants,

And dishevel our boomeranging adornments;

Alone so is the bilk most venemously arrayed.

Quarter this mossy sliver of gumption

Beside this receptacle of things unlike it,

Golden tackles align to the lineaments of porridge;

This so that numerous bounties may unwind.

Much is furrowed lava, and less is retractable;

Dented are the late mixtures, they abscond

With clearest pallors and hived ambidexterity,

As donkeys are again wont to suspend.

Plastic dendrites spool jolly as wood

Around and about this miniatured tar-pool;

Much more is the kooky monster-truck apt

And lashing-wholesome, as trite as bread.

Nevermore the sills of fruition sane,

Much less their pissing wanderlust upon nouns,

Because thankful perspires many a seahorse,

Many a truculent manifold of telometers.

Nearby a Glen’s Stream

of Maxwell Clark

                                                                            Acid carwash dousing fizz,

                                                                            Carols of ur-blackest markets,

                                                                            Sympathetic as a cauldron is sculptural.

                                                                            Garrisons, principalities, archives, names;

                                                                            Unforeseeable any shared visions;

                                                                            The rooster thus is not afraid.

Humanity is inhumane.

Unto the daylight I sink, alike of rocks into ocean’s suns,

Dropping hard, akin to unreal meteor-welds, august

Melts, horrendously obtuse rakes, oratorical,

and of flourishing about itself acidic; disarmed.

Resinous flanks defoliate wondrously atop this, herein

unclosing odiferously vacant meat-hooks, as of

unpretty unlockings diversified, spilt juts disarrayed,

deformations delayed; meddling.

Unpouring, then the cascades alight.

Abstentious-Most Ghouls of Mass-Psychedelias

((( http://06515.bandcamp.com/ )))

Venation (i.e., nervation, or nervature) evolves into itself, as it were (please excuse throughout the pittance of my phraseology's poetically berserk intuitiveness and the wild flourishes of queerly ambiguous conjectures that are attendant upon its being so --- as such is sharply contrariwise and perhaps even flagrantly antithetical to the exacting metrical precision of today's officially institutionalized medical science of venation), as the "opening-out" or externalization of corporeality, the dawning of a face -- or datum -- across an -- alone hereafter -- ambient cosmos, the fuzzy complex of a sensory focalization around about the reception of its beyond---as 

Noise-Makings

of Maxwell Clark

The blacks of Northern
America/ have contributed
The most value to its/ economic
Elaboration.
____________Black labors, i.e.
____________Black cultures/metabolisms
/Have ever been the most fecund/ here
Since the putrescent stench of chattel-ships/
First assaulted the/assumedly/a bit
Romanesque nostrils
____________Of/ my matrilineal patriarch
____________John Woolman.
And of latter days/many moons/since,
The supremacy
Of black eth(n)ologies/ecotechnics (((corporeal genericisms)))
Is their re-poeticization of popular-/folk noise-making.

waY uP!!!!!!!!!!

of Maxwell Clark

"Waaaaay up!

Way up then!

Waaaaay up!

Stay up then!"

---Popcaan

Inner light, extinguish thineself.
Outer chorus, uplift me.

Lift me up, oh,

Out so way-up-up-up high that, oh, oh, I transcend,
I transcendeth beyond any but the least few---the most alive.

Oh, then, likely nowise including you:

You, yes,
You,

That monstrously greater part
Of my reception,

Whose inane butchery of my art
Be, to me, but the most ruthless deception.

My worst banes: your hyper-cancerous profusions, oh!

Oh how viciously stigmatic be now your normalcy!
Oh how eerily brutalizing also your eternal mediocrity!

And, oh! oh! how undead be thou swarm's serial massives!

You; oh, you are the greater logic
And the most common reason
And the purely-most spread of lights
Ever goading me again to self-murder,
To doom, to wanton terrors and ugliest horrors,

Undead thus also as to delights.