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