King Prion

—Hoooooooo Lay in an array of pixels Fat, simulated proteins Looks just like nutrition! Acts just like an avatar! I just wanted to give my body to A net of guarine Gingko-balboa azatine melamine Camphobacter phylacter nicotine Which hung like neuron-nectar in a cell, net of Vatic coughdropped hairball tells the future of Neural center where the straight lines hopped Like a hairline fracture on a bender jumps a Mulholland retaining wall and crashes the crinkled Vale of Food-for-thought Fruit for monkeys in a barrel, one fruit per monkey For a total of fortyseven monkeydays For a total of twelve hours at a clip The go-home-and-feed-the-baby milk of it That man is a mouth chased by ghosts Round a rainslicked hairpin off a cliff in (And now I pause to remember How Art was a silver paper moulded to the ceiling Where you cut your hair For your rebirth as Fata Androgyana The scissors-sister who slits where she goes-into Cuts as she cuts—) This machine makes its need louder and Invites me into its duct, unlike the baby Sleeping on the other edge of Pow’r, Eyes roll’d, mouth pinch’d shut Round Pow’r’s earthly sinks and shunts—