Poem of the Week

YOU SPELL IT number 4 letter N O no space all caps: 4NO / is it a nickname / no Babycakes it's functional the fucking

army being a fucking fulcrum of fucking functionality / they called you 4NO in the army / are

you going to repeat everything I say / sorry / pass the sugar / so you knew Sad in the army / indeed I did / he

says you can see the future you're a prophet / no I see Seeing I am the god of this I see Seeing coming /

what's that like / all white all the time / what do you mean / I mean the whole immediate Visible crushed

onto the frontal cortex is nothing but white without any Remainder now you'll say of course there's no

Remainder if a thing hasn't happened yet! but the fact is most of what you people see most of what you

people call the present world is just Remainder just a failure of Invisibility's flames to disappear from that

thin edge / a failure / they were always cming up to me saying 4NO who'll win the hockey pool 4NO your

name means Foresight better get some 4NO you're the god who knows the future how come you got yourself

fuckstuck in this meatclock didn't you see it coming / well didn't you / what I saw coming was the atomic

essence of the Visible brought to such density its Incandescence left no place for anyfuckingthing else /

ah / or am I talking outside your experiential zipcode / sort of / give me that sugar again / so this white stuff's

coming at you all the time / yup / you can't stop it / I can slow it down with alcohol or pharmaceuticals I

choose not to / was it different in the army / hell yes we were drugged to the eyeballs / Sad doesn't talk about

that much / no I bet not / well he mentioned something at a crossroads / say again / a crossroads a

woman a shopping bag a white plastic bag I don't know / here's some advice / yes / don't ask about the

woman don't ask about the crossroads don't ask about the plastic shopping bag / okay / don't ask him don't

ask me / okay / time for my meds I'll leave you now / it was a pleasure / oh I doubt that