Let’s Build A Systemwrecker

The riot was a trance, ending
suspension in sunday's gelatinous strata—
now I feel the levity of emptiness,

now the eternal return of accursed nostalgia,
now we cleave the freeways, mad debtors
to acts of desire. Destruction arrives in mind

as a feeling there is no no-place
we can go. Our desynchronized lives,
crossing bridges on the wrong axes,

disarranged with botanical slowness.
O strange visitors, oh shit—
shred the depressive confessionals!

Turns out the made man is constructed, a square
block with a wobbling marble on top,
reruns of live streams and synthetic freedoms.

Break the cell of the self and the horizon
swells, love swells, a noise arrives out of
everywhere. When we come together,

little death, we’ll hijack this plane
of existence, conduct unbecoming.

N30 2019

They could have climbed through the rent, should have
torn through the streets, forgotten
how compromised by the need
of getting by—on crossed out paths, collapsed
biaxial political spectrums—this is the graph of a functionary:
plotting electoral timesuck, the praxis of laptop tappers,
woke carceralism. They used to travel to the demos,
the demos crashed the summits, our occupations
consisted of sitting around, punctuated with nights of running.
They tried to get in common, in the formless waiting,
in the brushed aluminum streets—I still have this distance.
Who am I kidding, I’m at least one of them, trying to
hitchhike out of my body, sleep
my way to a warm bed, bootstrap up the traintracks. Laughing
below the mirage of meritocracy. The speed with which a life
can crash is wild, a flash in the slow resilience
of structural misery. Sporadic patterns of traffic. I
received an evite to join the party of twitter bickerers, olfactory
hallucinations, a future for all: the rotting fantasies
on which we build our lives.
I lived in an optimistic city,
a city sinking into fill, as the ground liquified new walls emerged,
right angles and closed boxes rose out of the dirt,
the boats were beautiful, the furniture was built in the prisons