Two Poems

Joe Milazzo

 

 

 

from homeopathy for the singularity

 

#23

 

all

at

once

the countless

flabby

packets

that

you hope

brainstorm

ways

to remain

aloft

or to

tell

them

-selves —

pareidolia

not

generally

being

their

nativity

or movie

—

that

quandary

can

score

a state

of

levitation

conform

to

their

predictions

and

aim

their

largesse

at your

relevance

in

anticipation

of

the loser’s

game

in which

each

rebound

blasts

through

horizons

as if

they

made up

geology

 

 

 

 

#42

 

OK

zeugma

show

me the

life span

of the ob-

solescence

of

the rumor-

ed re-

boot

of the

last

thing

you

shoved

in

your

yap and

that

made

you wish

your

hot

boo-

hoos

could

cough

accord-

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