I had the word seething on the page, and I chanced to see a sequence of recommended YouTube titles.
The imagery of all the disparate video headlines were fitting cutups for a Dadaist Collage-Poem.
still drowning
the memory faded
digressions
transgressions
synaptic connections
a tiny scream
all the blood
fathoms deep
godlike achilles
smothered in mud
torn by briars
gasping for breath
the impossible
hidden amulets
deeper, darker
forbidden to us
burning towers
blood curdling
a dark stain seeps
under my nails
flat calm
blackened with dust
dead quiet
a kindness
a kindness is what it is
only one confused impression
a stiff and worn noose that
had been used to hang a man
spinning for a string of blonde girls
this is the alternative history
embracing the moment of stillness
the output of a cursed and dismal mind
young men and women currently adrift
swept the country like a swarm of locusts
i've made such a bargain with the devil
classified by range and by complexity
the pages thick and of good quality paper
cottonmouth moccasin churning in the shallows
one house engulfed in flames
it never has anywhere to go
though the clouds are threatening
we have done nothing but climb
a single-story building branching off
on a strip of undeveloped land
every hotel in the world had a rat or two
ugly beyond nightmares, uttering pitiless
against the backdrop of empty skies
toward a white line of vines and trees
where does a story begin?
where does anything begin?
heard the beat of her heart, and felt her throbbing pulse
boys and men came from every corner of the globe
to measure this most immortal of endeavours
when girls read everything,
why should not an old woman write anything?
a shift in the shadows as he entered
like the din of a single huge machine
whatever the fuck that means,
the boy also rode with tumbled locks
until a sea mist fell and the land was finally lost
a hot little circle of such rib-crushing love
with less surprise than he might otherwise feel
its accompaniment and its opposite face
i am to be the unwilling chorus of this tale
on the vast absurdity of the cosmos
the beginning of the ripper's killing spree
she steps from the prison's entrance and blinks
"you be sorry you don't shut your mouth"
a thousand pieces of gold for one smile
all was still for the night
shoo her in, darling
shoo her in
outside a cricket screeches like there's no tomorrow
still a long time
let me sleep