Zach Peckham
Sorry
About that last one I
Came over me
Iron slid off the deck
With the power cord plugged in
Immersed in a shipping lane
Extension corded
And all that
It could mean
Something I didn't
But that's neither here
And I'm barely there
What the speaker permits
Is an emission
They perform a test
In a garage
By the highway
Involving a hose
And a computer
And a rainstorm
Ending in permission
You go along
Your merry way
More omission
A dinosaur burns up
To occupy the sky
It gets to continue
The contemplating
The process unfolds
Like
Whatever
I can feel myself
Dissolving
The future
A glass of water
A tablet of blood
Thinning agents
Effervescing
Every version of me
At once
Standing
Between the pylons
Dance encoded
Pythons
A program languages
To arrange
Cells in a column
Columns into rows
Values into cells
There's a system
You can see
The grid expanding
We're miles from mountains
But we can build this anywhere
The occidental locative
Rail of bending light
Granular bandwidth
Gleaming Garbangeles
Aye I eye mi jugular
My June
J'Januaries
Into skill points
Alternative medicines
Endless meatlessnesses
Ich bin dies caramba
Hi Larry
It's us
Your loving parents
We didn't put you here
So you could struggle
There is a world
You can imagine
But not this one
So sorry
We're cleaning
Out the cages
Insidious shit
From the ages
The golden dome
Must be collapsed
It's time
For interrogative geologies
Put a call in
To the Pleiades
Oh sisters
Come adore us
Fucking magnets
How do they work