Poem: "A Position of Defeat 1"
A Position of Defeat
Like lizards
we bask in the light of phenomena,
Waiting for
night;
But we will
not fight,
We must not
fight,
We stay for
ever in a position of defeat.
Michel
Houellebecq, The Art of Struggle,
trans. by Delphine Grass and Timothy Matthews
1.
the cancer
sun of the computer screen
bathes now
the dying flower of my face
the indices
free-fall, in a coup de grace,
or fly up, tempting
the empyrean
a meningitis
strain is stalking me
through
chatrooms and darkrooms and sleep mode
leers with
the jewels of a horned toad
files its reports
to the drug company
my teeth are
rotting in their violent rant
a patch of
bone had to be grafted on
to the jaw
that’s not altogether gone
to anchor
the screw-up of the implant
we must save
up for a long rest of it
yes, but save
what? a bank of shiny shrugs
i’ll go
downtown to buy a big butt plug,
glass kind
through which one can see all the shit
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