Cypher-Jam #6-#9

6:59

6

incinerate this reptilian brain
in psycho-pop fashion with 
all the wherewithal and screeching
abundance of a cryptogram packed
with radioactive signage and cheez-dust

7

a would-be provocateur hit me 
in the day-rain twilight with 
a perverse line about Bataille
fixating on his wife's cunt-
I hated that enough to scrawl it
on the walls of a crappy poetry blog.

8

we're not it, you're not it, I'm a man
who is not it yet there we are 
contemplating the deplete irony of
where we stand and what we see
owing ourselves the fortune and desire
of a child huffing fumes in a longhouse 
destined to fill the metroplex I found you in. 

9

I want to matriculate into an Ivy League
college and reformat my memory
into an accessible IBM machine analogue
capable of stack-syntax hardcore Chinese
flow-regulation therefore allowing me to 
compete on the matter like any beset creature
native an evolutionary state simply relegated
to gentry wine and finery and a dumbfounded lineage.