TOWARD A DEMOGRAPHIX OF MAN, IT’S BULLSHIT, EVENTUAL UNREPRESEENTATION
Man shur make money but man shur fight man funny. 
      Mean.       Average as dayglo gon along under awning.
      Yawning.                Chatteringly; having had mattered 
      blackly.            & who? 
                                              in this economé, mines 
      my having gone diet-denial in the face? Gun black tea 
      totalizing progenitors of unstable light? 
                                                                            Whatever. What
      ever, aight?. I do my talking 2xice nice, as, like, Lizzie B., 
      all right? But don’t like the waiting room’s spittoon; dark 
      mirror shapéd wound or how the dogs never come on 1st 
      or 2nd or how they bark before I’m before them 
                                                   & it’s always scary as I reckon. 
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      TONY IS BAD COMPANION IN DREAM ABOUT LIBRATORY POSSIBILITIES (& FAILURES) OF FALLOUT 41
The wholass skeleton of a thing     in  
    The wholass skeleton of a thing     Desolate, 
                                                             but safe, 
    Tony, safe. Yes, Tony, you—
oh Tony, 
      don’t fuck with me. 
You are warm.
You are ideologically validated, 
      challenged, even.  
Tony,
you are getting
very 
      very
sleepy. Tony, why haven’t you woken up? Tony you are not woke enough. Half of that car holds me to the Earth
& we like the Earth, don’t we, Tony? Tony,don’twe? Remember, Tony?so                sosorryTony,   
          
      Tony,                           I don’t mean    to yell,       but,            what you’ve done to me
is a garden & I asked only to see
the clearing, 
      a meadow.  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  DO LIKE BLACK PEOPLE ; DO NOT LIKE “BLACK GIRL MAGIC”
I do not clut among what matters 
  
  the many gone dead material 
  
  gathering . Example : It’s 10 
  
  p . m . , do you know why yr 
  
  holographic blk people mite be 
  
  ? yond smiling ? I don’t dare 
  
  the memory. You have not
  
  seen this child. You have not.

