The Last Will and Testimony of A. N. Incidentalist
(clear throat)
That you are driving a car-jacked Zamboni through
a museum is a dream . . . has always been a dream . . .
despite embellishments
entanglements
despite hankerers hankering to be repercussed . . .
The blurb reblurbed on the back cover knows this
and knows that there's a motion to redirect
Court TV bingers into a state of submission . . .
or oblivion . . . I forget which . . .
Your acquittal awaits a mistrial
as unnumbered numbers
undocumented
hobbled by ataxia
are cuffed and tagged by rip-roaring
root canal specialists shadowing jut-jawed
body-cam’d body-armored Captain Midnights . . .
We have become incidental . . . and less . . .
written up, photoshopped, parsed . . .
unable to pick up the missing pieces
without being spec’d by facial recognition software . . .
Holding cells belch out closing arguments . . .
It's enough to turn the stomach of a drone . . .
to return the stomach of a drone to the sender's
unknown address . . . this unreasonable specimen
of force smartphoned . . . suspended
in formaldehyde . . . encased in a hidden panel
in a room off-limits to the public . . .
Did you say it couldn't be done or shouldn't be done? . . .
Maybe just for the heck of it by long-limbed dendrites? . . .
I can now imagine the unimaginable . . .
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| Jarek Kubicki |
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