The Oligarchs of the Black Sea
come whiffling down the esp-
lanade on their e-scooters. Spring
is here: which, incidentally, is the
title of a Rodgers & Hart song
about which & whom the OBSs
have no knowledge, especially of
the fact that, despite its title, it is a
sad song. Emotion has no place in
their portfolios unless sparked by the
acquisition by force of something
that belongs to someone else, & even
then they tend to be blasé. Usurp-
ation is a bit like Spring, something
that comes around on a regular basis.
A halieutic
In small-scale
societies every-
one carries the
same alleles as
everyone else.
Many have no
eyelids. Those
that do are cut
in a corkscrew
shape & support
the extradition of
drug traffickers.
A line from Miley Cyrus
Being on the internet just doesn't feel
as much fun anymore. Algorithms
loom over aesthetics, over-exposure
to celebrity images changes viewing
experiences. Seeing all those altered
faces on social media has led to many
devotees facing an aesthetic conun-
drum akin to wondering whether
or not learn Australian English. I
have an opinion. I have my own taste —
unlike those people who often don't
realize that they’re devoid of either.
scratchings
slowly
one thought before another
the poem
one word after another
shows &
phrase pause phrase
shapes
sentient sentence
itself