From
We Are Nothing and So Can You
And then went
downtown
Disguised as
minor characters
Who find no end
of objects
Turning space to
price.
They have named
something after you,
Another gaunt
outlet chainsawed through solid
Paraphrase, the
blunt force of not trying to hear
Scattered in
lines and arcs like labor time
Evaporating in a
riot.
I step out of
the hotel and into the last of all possible worlds.
What reason
could I possibly give?
When the lights
turned back on, every inch of the city
Tagged up with
equations:
If G – N > T, then
hulk, smash;
Otherwise, night night, kids.
As if again
assigned to the burning system of piecework
Let out to the
black mass of just-in-time execution
While you
navigate the transcendental loop
Athwart
overturning a cop car as “art”
And doing it
where the bad neighborhood of “real life”
Abuts the state.
Like everything that shits on you
A question of
timing.
That’s what the
state is, in the end—
An appointment
book with a gun,
The days stamped
onto the metropolitan
Superfice, an
entire choreography of dates whose purpose is to schedule
Other dates when
one’s confinement to a point in space
Cut deep into
time
Will be decided.
You lost your
way in the teargas one night.
Out of the
burning places and back into the catacombs
Of endless work
and talk, the ranked textures colliding with the force
Field emitted
from the traffic lights
To produce
notions of value and utility.
No wonder you
just say fuck it and do something really sketchy
Or go to
graduate school or get into building bikes.
As again the
vats fill up with blood, with our blood
And again the
amphibious thing
Crawls out of
the Victorian prose
And gets all up
in our face:
A mass of
bloodied paperwork
Become a viscous
pulp, from which limbs
Emerge, then
trunks, then heads, then: the police,
Army and postal
service all in one.
It’s not not
believing that maims
But believing in
not believing
As if it were a
dim anchor
Extruded from
the neutral hiding places
As if you didn’t
just live here.
Jasper Bernes is the author of Starsdown (In Girum, 2007) and We Are Nothing and So Can You (Tenured Ninja, 2012). He is a postdoctoral fellow in the Literature Department at Duke University.
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