ANSELM BERRIGAN

SOME NOTES ON MY PROGRAMMING

All autobiographies of perks and buildings
may emerge from bankruptcy protection and

buy durable goods sometime this autumn when I
scramble to find the origins of coming up

so pretty facing complete upload I have sacked
my accomplices I’ve told a phony caress

to envelop the person behind me in
line to pay whatever bill is pertinent

to establish my liberty’s consistent dread
o single pigeon on fire chewing box strings

o delicate transition from scrape to scrap
to see us drunk internationally again

repeating a bear's tv sex Norwegian hotel
two star style bleach blonde thoughtful book cover

pose formerly titled penetration conduct me
invent a city in my life of categories

I'm not expecting to stop time in your little room
a handmade evil without getting off would suffice

spread your hands to build a bubble around the latest
phony peace plan you're looking sewn on again

blanketing it's over I would like to steal from
your you with high manners and whatever colors

you cherish am not going to be your hoax
of a friend no look at all the bugs we can found

no one else all by yourself little bits of first
cities rush by between tax debt and communique

consulting at the public business school pays better
than teaching the act of my art there in cyber-hell

I only require a threat of a platform
and the sports section to fake continuity

roll eyes shake can be black and white know the room
nerves make it special for cynics reps for the out side

world drop pants and scream little lonely space for a shirt
to cut off music that's me living in my private

moment the poem has no rights empty head would suffice
for surface fighting for magpies I know spring

its always there to make the latest monk mark mock
I'm over in my life but I gotta write this

is of no interest rates low aren't thee
feeling really dirty sitting in the parking lot

breed down to a chasm either embrace can cure
the non-feeling it's always there what side of the tech

to project give me asinine asylum
to whereabouts unknown lest I dig yeah but

I don't need to be remounted I mind my mind
bestow screaming interrogations of honey

demarcate principal I got you now Joseph
who sat under the substitute teacher's desk

for a sixth grade month a conceptual piece
the whole class was in on I know who I trusted

when being a so-called vulnerable child see
cartoon characters, benevolent drug addicts

lacking a cleansed concern too zoo too soon friendly
spin around and clap unconscious omniscient still

authority dissected asocially it's
a strength cast a drunk chip headphoned one traumatic

supercession wonders if I got a line in
to how this feeling symbol of distrust trucks by

ridiculing its own hypocrises without
retribution or change the bomb is an after

thought to a product like me being numb with fridge
magnets' vicious laughing everything else for

everyone else I don't have the attention
span for recollected friendship in prose tonight

I can only remember the date by looking
at last night's notebook entry how much television

has come through my company deters sickness
by pushing it out of the spotlight plastic combs

in the Scottish fill my head with sounds as I don't
go out, no, I want to be in this little box

books music guiness frites let the calendar stand
suspended and who can we imagine to comfort

in the underused future imagine right here
on this very page a baby gator pushes out

of its egg it wants to eat those evil robots
in my ears I hope that it eats you before

it gets eaten by a nearby adult gator
business conducts itself without question when

living meal to meal; I am writing this
inside the belly of an alligator

withstanding a keeper's caress it's cool to be
working it out right in front of what to say to

the manatee just about out of beer tonight
still life with trade restrictions ducks in my pond

eye sinks under handheld river some hotel version
of wild life I could partner with nature let it

get loud focus channel in complete sentences
for the scream-impaired hung Indonesia on

a Texas charm geography gets into
the contemporary vacuum selected

to grace stalled in the handed down quotidian
pace serve somebody's standard little abrasions

pucker down and reappear on our designated
face whether I is I or me some bug just landed

in my little room at the Baccarat it’s a moth
come to give me another thing to talk with

an injection of feeling amidst the muses
books and pixels I can’t stop sneezing or passing

through futile doses of malignant politics
voting a watered down response to having

a sense something needs fixing I’d like not to dream
about cutting off pieces of my body tonight

if the moth don’t mind. Who is naked right now
on the tv screen the BBC can’t tell

the difference between a maverick and star
knows they’re both in Dallas I miss my stepfather

Am not a lyrical flourish-type though I can
piece it together from line to time I write

and relate out of listening, and can that
only change again a gain again? Two percent

is mine, the rest goes out to you – consistency
and hating it gets me from spot to spot. Why

be interested before a certain point’s artful
coincidence like she’s in the same place when

I look back at the wall, that moth, he. The franchise
kissing on tv being scars and sending forth

radiation in my paid for private lockbox
who was that chopped in half breathing man last night


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