Over and over again, the same
old argument where we disagree for the sake of argument and end
up agreeing to disagree about our disagreements
for the sake of open-mindedness and keeping everything
on the table until the table falls apart, making us
cut down a tree to build another table.
I’m really hoping this isn’t actually the last tree on earth.
It sure seems that way, though.
If it is we will
cut it down for the sake of the advance of our higher
knowledge to reach a higher peak to reach
the top: Enlightenment.
We made it guys.
We reached the top
We can definitely take over the world together
if we work together.
If we work together we can
definitely do that shit. We can
conquer the world. We just
gotta work together. We
can still kill lots of other people. Tear
those cuties bodies to shame.
Positive thinking is the answer.
Positivity and teamwork .
Positivity and teamwork and forgetting
all the horrible shit and forgetting all the shit we will
have to do to take over the world,
as history has proven that power usually comes
with violence or at least being really
mean. We definitely gotta
forget a lot of this shit. We
gotta wipe it out.
So we need
and selective memory,
although amnesia would work
better, but you gotta work
with what you
have, and you gotta
Otherwise this whole thing of ours falls apart.
It comes crumbling down like a McDonald’s play palace
that was poorly designed
or maybe a McDonald’s play palace
that was perfectly designed—
perfectly designed to kill the maximum amount
of young capitalists, or proleterians, or what’s the difference
I am the communist Joseph Stalin.
I am the communist Joseph Stalin .
The first time he walked into a communist party meeting
he must have had ideals. He must have
really wanted to get involved and change
things, unless he was there just
to get girls, which is probably why I am the communist Joseph Stalin,
just writing hardcore political poetry to get the girls
I’m finally a political leader and famous poet.
I’m the most popular writer and public speaker in history.
I’m marching. On the internet
I am known as The Guy. On the streets
I am known as
The Guy. I am The Guy
My identity isn’t very particular or unique or original.
But I’m The Guy.
I’m pacing. I’m
pacing back and forth around the room I grew
up in. It isn’t that big.
I could throw a touchdown to myself
in my room, but it was also only
a two and a half yard touchdown, assuming
that I was running the long way in my room to catch the pass.
If it was the wide way then it was just like a yard and a quarter
touchdown or something.
To chill out I overdosed
on weed I did
almost 5000 pounds of weed using
a gas mask. So did you. It was our Peace
Pipe, or actually I guess you should call it Peace Mask.
It turned us green. Neither of us liked
it but we liked that we weren’t distinct even
in superficial ways, at least not
from each other.
I wrote the weed overdose into my poem,
because it is so lame to write poetry about weed
you wouldn’t even think I was being ironic
because, like, even ironically, weed is not funny in poems
and definitely not sincerely.
So you will take me seriously.
You will take me sincerely.
We will conquer the world together.
Lets do it baby.
Lets make a Hitler and Stalin sort of pact.
Lets sign something,
say we love each other,
and then hate each other,
know it won’t work,
kill each other later,
at least financially.
No, I wasn’t talking about the marriage culture in the United States.
I was talking about a Hitler and Stalin sort of pact.
You know that song “Bills Bills Bills” by Destiny’s Child
Where they talk about some guy being like “Can you pay my bills?”
Oh you don’t know it?
Anyways, can you buy that song on Spotify for me?
I want to listen to it on my phone even when I am underground.
I went underground about 11 years ago.
10 or 11 years ago.
I think probably at least 9 or 10 years ago.
I went underground
to do all the opposite shit from Henry David Thoreau.
Not that I could have anymore
The world was calling it a night:
extreme disparity in the division of resources,
people swarmed for buildings in cities,
or, if they could, closed
roofed sports complexes on the outskirts of cities
but nothing was safe, so I started out
underground in the subways. Now I am
in different tunnels I don’t know. I know
Spotify still exists, although I am fairly sure
iTunes is gone, along with google. Yahoo
Any ways I am reptilian.
We are all reptilian.
We become reptiles when we are so dumb.
We need to be able
to swim in the ocean. Cold blooded.
“Stay safe,” I say to you, as I thrust
the knife in and out your lung, then send you on
Streets that we don’t need. We can live
together. I need living space. I can’t
sit here if you forced me
to know where I was you would force me
to know you. That would be the main problem
I know where I
am. I know the maggots you put in your underpants when
you swim through lakes of fish suffering from obesity.
I wonder who they got it from?
You like when the fish
eat your dick. I sure won’t.
One more step in the right direction
and you will fall off the cliff. I will fall off
it too. If we’re lucky.
Emily Horn lives in Toronto, ON Andrew Worthington lives in Brooklyn, NY
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