from The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats by Mike Giardina
Sun Shine Body
The pressure in the mountains relaxes the author
of conspicuous design, relaxes the day-to-day
literature of the never going to happen, into
the testimony that nothing has ever been done.
Nothing is an average idea – a fun sort of
human drama, a catalyst of separation, a cut
that continues the sorrow and danger and confidence
of our bizarre trust in our invisible houses,
designed for the nothingness of years to come.
The doctor does not mention nothing in the
content of the content man, and offers no
guarantees, no catheter credit-card free
diseases. Under way now, in his first day
as father, he killed himself, seized by
on-call Disney fish, and now his time is restarting.
The city is nothing and longs to scare visitors
so that they are reduced, sun-splashed with
eyes, body, ears… commissioned by those with nothing.