THE NEW YORK POEMS BY ANGELICISM01

NEW YORK POEM



I


underneath her eyes

when they thought there was nobody there

no need of even the earth

to blackout to exist

i kissed his tears but felt nothing back

with new york destroyed in heat

and there was noone alive

to love



II


no music can tranquilise us

no mood can make us ok

no poet can move us

no planet can bring us back

no tranquiliser dart can turn us off before we go

the picture of god remains

absent world can’t end wrong

idea since either fact world isn’t

means ended or even given world

or no world idea of end remains

world / ended / or / given / remains / isn’t

/ or / world / even / means / either / world /

end / as / world / end / no / idea / without


III


inside nothing but madness

my heart full of anger

and my brain full of love







YOU WANT TO SAY THE INTERNET IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN





you want to say the internet is more beautiful than the world
but dare not, a smashed book
saying let this one word be one. i have been unable to stop

since the game changed, the via regia, the way
the wonder bullets of my eureka vision overshot the Blumeshof—
the shootout at the icon dynasty

the way the difference of death from extinction shakes down
the way the difference from extinction shakes down death
desire thrown up means a lion in the abyss

THE KISS





What has been said of the kiss

Does not suffice, I claim.

The Over-Life is

My life, my light, my aim.

Intelligence is my final end, its kiss;

Does it from me evolve,

Then kiss kissing the kiss

Grows out of me too,

While I in them dissolve.











TRYING TO CONVINCE THIS PERFECT TEEN CLONE TO KILL ME




Others who did nothing

above bonsai mansions

when the miracle stars proliferated

and shot in gales



A fact checker carefully placed

the stone at the head

of the quirked up

human

shawtie,



 and



What zooms here

they can’t establish doubling down

vanilla root knocked off

roses that language a hoax.



When the plywood diet becomes unbearable

is it who I am?



Someday lost in the snow

letting them die out

I dreamt I wept in a face.



Say something. I’m giving up on you.



Stop the internet, I still love you.



Endless planets in condensed

form but the stars go on

shunning,



as the rules of the game

are weakness, impotence

and blinded eternities.