The Wax Conspiracy

Aperçus of The Human Stain

puntada de colchon vertical

Siempre he querido ser conocido por mi trabajo. No me refiero a que me reconocieran por haber sido bueno en mi trabajo en general, y no me refiero a haber estado en una posición en la que la gente necesariamente sabía quién yo era. Y lo que ciertamente no quiero decir es que quería ser conocido porque había dejado huellas burocráticas de mí mismo en todas partes, como mi firma al pie de un documento o mis iniciales en un formulario.

apuntes sobre un izquierdismo inquebrantablemente tibio

En lo que respecta a los manifiestos, este fue pésimo: un ancla alrededor del cuello de cualquiera que intentara promulgarlo: ninguna boya podría mantenerlo a flote. Perdió el camino trazando una tercera vía entre dos vías, que eran simplemente mucho mejores de lo que jamás podría esperar ser. Lo peor es que estaba en su segunda iteración. Lo que estábamos viendo manifestado había sido actualizado después de una cuidadosa consideración. ¡Esto había sido trabajado! ¡Incluso había habido un caucus!

Notes from the National Cattle Duffers Union Meeting

Right here in the middle cat's head part of Australia, right near the eye, we walked. And we walked. And we walked. And as we walked we dirtied our hands on the hides of smooth-barked apple gums and shy black sheoaks and we made our way to the meeting of the local of the NCDU. And for the first time in a long time it was OK that our hands were dirty.

Mask not what you can do for others

Toes curl at the symbol of wanton liability and disregard behind the face mask, its lack thereof. A cover shielding everyone around from how much mouth breathing goes on when gnarly uvulas and canker sores expose themselves in slackjaw.

Abandoned doona out the back window

Futures keep happening within the grand scream of things. A scram to stream the never-ending steam of boiled cabbage left to fester. There on the table top. There and off the edge it drops.

Drive-Thru spells out the shortened expectancy

Idle a few seconds at the first window, staring into the stock boxes and someone’s elbow, before rolling to the next window because some fast food joints don’t use all their windows. Pay, grab the food, drive off. Another lunch served. Another plastic straw you never asked for.

Waiting room magazines steal you from paper shorts

Sunset ushers a golden glow where the day is about to end and the night, the oncoming evening, is ready to be done with as you please. All the worlds in a sense of open opportunities before bed and the snooze strikes at 21:00 local time.

roadside picnic

Ducked it for too long, but got caught with that right-eye glaze – that deckled edge on the lens awards cataract wisdom... & not much else. Call it, -tribution: ripped of a prefix and left for dead.

the eyes of god can’t get any bigger

[-W +H]as poetry ever been commissioned to absorb damage adsorbed in the municipal briar patch?

pull the trigger

Countrysat, hereness declared. Rows of houses sat on rotted ground. Transpose that sumna -> dodgy foundations for periodontal disease. What pass them slicks lodge in the duodenum to be iron-leached and kerosene swabbed.

we'll all go together when we go

Pooled into insignificance, radiant, incandescent, umbra-proof – white wine, half-pills and chemical peels make for healed heads and delayed obituaries.

Toe knuckles are not best trimmed with incisors

Cripped and stripped, bare down to the toe knuckles. There, by the sea, across the wharf, we sit. We sip. We spit. Yesterday takes enough of its time getting through, and we're barely on the other side. A smoky haze we've never better seen.

Crawlspace cabbage is only good enough for potluck dishes

Ratlings, you'll find, are faecal deposits that line your walls and crawlspace. They're so-called because the size is like a small rat, bigger than a mouse, and often come with a tail-like drag. By the time you've found one the waiting period to exit the contract has lapsed.
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