joe meets
jordan brown
(themes for the
future)
i was visiting
kibbutz tokyo
for a seminary on
global lobotomy
at mishima
tea museum
where shinoyama's
hazel blood rests
along the sword
that chopped
fuji's
head off
and there was
jordan brown resurrected
choking on sour
cherries
with ocean of
matsuhara
heaving its spring
mist
i looked at the
man whose torso
towered above blue
chicory ikebana
florets on his
chin
an impressionist
would extrapolate
beads of sweat
or stars in his
eyes
but i could only
see fire in this beast
i carefully
removed fruit from his mouth
and wiped clean
corners
peeked inside and
found trigger tooth
it had to be
activated by a kiss
so i hired a
geisha to do the dirty job
and start the
machinery
giant leaves of a
ficus variation
kept me cool as
jordan brown
reverberated
hadron goo into
lepton poo galaxy
building malt
hurling all the
surviving scientists
since the trial of
galilei
back in time to
the point of reset
putting galileo
on stake
i asked him: why?
he said: cause
it's all fake
the present
confirms history's blasphemy
interpolation of
land and sea
and separation of
mind and body
the massive
reflection scattered within
its own perfection
the entrails of
fukushima
and activity of
overgrown social cores
resulting in
transverberate spores
emitting stupidity
do you agree?
i was drowsy on
geisha's belly
couldn't even nod
my head
so i gave him a
thumb-up