Marc Nasdor
Selections from Insurgentes / Avenues
08
Additional Menhaden Problems
No one fails
to uncouple this year
or no species fails
to capture its number
As parental proscriptions bully
as one failure organizes
its legislative raspberry--
cheerful Bronx Cheers
whose notes blow motes
off their sequences with a frequency
that makes readers break off
& shit themselves silly
The god of really cute origami genitalia
speaks to us via purchasing power of prudes
& their mirror-image sluts—a male-gazey
f-bomb of flying brassiere lint, pitched
down a well through a portal to monogamy--
then pees a cold tunnel drip that saturates
a partner-farm anyplace outside Manhattan.
Where are the cops when partners project
hardening fists into their partners’ extremities?
Heads bleed efficiently
yet cauterize in minutes
& where significant others
flee the animus
manage the bits of
of not much at all
profess not to obsess
on the block’s girthy cock
while scarfing a taste of the palace phallus
as handlers train handlers
to defend client’s honor
but once privates unpalmed
simply dump the old heaters
& escort the perps
being led down the aisle
in proximity bracelets
&c.
09
Joints Across America
“En la casa de tu esfínter!”
Brain cells hover
over big breakfast table
for Morning of the Crystal Meth
Lap Dance
Love sinks back
into liposuctioned pincushions
couches not known
for dissembling here
This year
a poem’s deflating basis points
necessitate steep parataxis premiums
congruent to E. coli diffusion rate
off original imprint [your contracts]
& consequent implants (your cataracts)
tripping & over oneself to fall into
Or one’s jaw opening similarly
to ingest in proximity of
contraindications
blown through a black-ops
internment—amusement--park
waterboard-flume-blast-
your-face-off attraction
thankfully willed
to extinction’s rot
Studying “Feasibility
of the Cottage-Based
Meth Lab”
one becomes
exhausted enough
to refrain from ever leaving one’s spot
& steering a search for another; & that
art-whore downstairs thinks his irony
won’t get him kicked in the gooch, much
less kissed in the sock-wallet. “How morbidly
spineless!” sighs the rattled Billing Czar.
“Please, does Ritalin work on a fifty-year-old?
Just asking.” Buckle up, ‘splainer, the film
of your demise has entered 2nd year litigation.
22
Insurgente Takes a Dump
Subjected & predicated
now append record
of hir action/inaction
& goad the abyss
to embody that actionable
First of all nadie
second its position
third unnaturally
accountable to thus
How future Insurgente
turns up hir face
from Conduit-of-Squealing-
Over-Unwashed-Appendices
Possible to upload
hir business beneath it
while stropping its cutter
on expository arm?
& to dust
to its surrogates
to the needlessly flummoxed
into just-as-redundancy
& after that factually
into their bodies
“…hang by the neck until dead” then repeat
Or hang by a proof
by its augmented evidence
real versus real versus
other versus questions
versus you will not argue with settled law
really?
In the loom
which is “which-where”
where where has conjoined
itself to its -withall
& accumulates which to where if it will
its object: to calibrate
subject: abhor
Insurgente moves to overstep discourse
& shoots (isn’t that? isn’t point? isn’t this?
& make certain that it is, or is otherwise?).
Roll off belief & bequeath it suspended. Bathe
into purity (applicable here) & perjure delight--
need you ask? A suggestion: inform them
who’s retained to slough damage; & if no
use of strength, light removes / knobs suffice,
though it seems no one tells us the difference.
36
The Moral Weight of Spandex
& the first one who pushed back
erased the sullen orphan
but were there not more of them
poised to do damage?
Cognizant of congregants
pissed off into confluence
which among them broke out
of line to spawn enthusiasts
or knew even then what was offered?
Emblematic instance of
pure putrefaction
fires itself higher & hangs there
for waitstaff to gather anew
thought bubbles pop shut
pronounce end of story
what seldom gives wisdom
once irons go irony
Deciders in suits beget
deciders in diapers
frightening tho’
who wants to think about
contents of stomach
after concrete or staged expiation
Connivance rules
issued under verdict
w/compulsory garnish
heroically recalcitrant defendant bites back
“Enter me judgment-proof
detect Uncollectable
& make effort to wheedle
fresh currency out of me
Formerly Invisible
Playmates!”
Facing its endgame, collapse triggers manifest,
requires no action or tiresome dickering,
anything more viscous than slack. Debtor,
may you walk; may we all flee together,
mooning the creditor broke to insolvency,
bemused at its disco slave’s slavering.
40
Toilet Finger
Mallet ringer, washroom ginger, plumbers
unlock lovers from their lockets. Oops!
Rubberneckers rave at accident people:
that’s a Mess of People Accident. Oops!
Upfront vehicle domino clack: honk & connect
from afar: pull forward. Speed the Trance?
Speed the Speed. & if she’s the one behind,
cabrón, we’re the one who held her
there. Momentum shoots wherever, cousin.
Percussion claims the gaseous wave
acoustic others push dead air
sounds <Select All>
mitigate this
Toilet Finger wants
that its probe smokes out
which vehicle transfers
redolence out
which digit relays
signal to commons
from a list or the Listless
or those craving Listedness
(plumbed in the commons
disconnected from grid
when it comes into that
or turns into that
& to that)
Insurgente wants
that hir grace notes be labeled
into “Problem” “Answer” “Landscape”
so as not to not qualify
not to not parse
& neither warp credentials
nor embellish their skidmarks
nor lengthen them down to
the not-funny porcelain channel
O Mongers! please forgive us
for we know not what we void
if no outflow no input
to its safe-house we halve
& “think to take you with us?”
& “thank us for our service?”
Additional Menhaden Problems
No one fails
to uncouple this year
or no species fails
to capture its number
As parental proscriptions bully
as one failure organizes
its legislative raspberry--
cheerful Bronx Cheers
whose notes blow motes
off their sequences with a frequency
that makes readers break off
& shit themselves silly
The god of really cute origami genitalia
speaks to us via purchasing power of prudes
& their mirror-image sluts—a male-gazey
f-bomb of flying brassiere lint, pitched
down a well through a portal to monogamy--
then pees a cold tunnel drip that saturates
a partner-farm anyplace outside Manhattan.
Where are the cops when partners project
hardening fists into their partners’ extremities?
Heads bleed efficiently
yet cauterize in minutes
& where significant others
flee the animus
manage the bits of
of not much at all
profess not to obsess
on the block’s girthy cock
while scarfing a taste of the palace phallus
as handlers train handlers
to defend client’s honor
but once privates unpalmed
simply dump the old heaters
& escort the perps
being led down the aisle
in proximity bracelets
&c.
09
Joints Across America
“En la casa de tu esfínter!”
Brain cells hover
over big breakfast table
for Morning of the Crystal Meth
Lap Dance
Love sinks back
into liposuctioned pincushions
couches not known
for dissembling here
This year
a poem’s deflating basis points
necessitate steep parataxis premiums
congruent to E. coli diffusion rate
off original imprint [your contracts]
& consequent implants (your cataracts)
tripping & over oneself to fall into
Or one’s jaw opening similarly
to ingest in proximity of
contraindications
blown through a black-ops
internment—amusement--park
waterboard-flume-blast-
your-face-off attraction
thankfully willed
to extinction’s rot
Studying “Feasibility
of the Cottage-Based
Meth Lab”
one becomes
exhausted enough
to refrain from ever leaving one’s spot
& steering a search for another; & that
art-whore downstairs thinks his irony
won’t get him kicked in the gooch, much
less kissed in the sock-wallet. “How morbidly
spineless!” sighs the rattled Billing Czar.
“Please, does Ritalin work on a fifty-year-old?
Just asking.” Buckle up, ‘splainer, the film
of your demise has entered 2nd year litigation.
22
Insurgente Takes a Dump
Subjected & predicated
now append record
of hir action/inaction
& goad the abyss
to embody that actionable
First of all nadie
second its position
third unnaturally
accountable to thus
How future Insurgente
turns up hir face
from Conduit-of-Squealing-
Over-Unwashed-Appendices
Possible to upload
hir business beneath it
while stropping its cutter
on expository arm?
& to dust
to its surrogates
to the needlessly flummoxed
into just-as-redundancy
& after that factually
into their bodies
“…hang by the neck until dead” then repeat
Or hang by a proof
by its augmented evidence
real versus real versus
other versus questions
versus you will not argue with settled law
really?
In the loom
which is “which-where”
where where has conjoined
itself to its -withall
& accumulates which to where if it will
its object: to calibrate
subject: abhor
Insurgente moves to overstep discourse
& shoots (isn’t that? isn’t point? isn’t this?
& make certain that it is, or is otherwise?).
Roll off belief & bequeath it suspended. Bathe
into purity (applicable here) & perjure delight--
need you ask? A suggestion: inform them
who’s retained to slough damage; & if no
use of strength, light removes / knobs suffice,
though it seems no one tells us the difference.
36
The Moral Weight of Spandex
& the first one who pushed back
erased the sullen orphan
but were there not more of them
poised to do damage?
Cognizant of congregants
pissed off into confluence
which among them broke out
of line to spawn enthusiasts
or knew even then what was offered?
Emblematic instance of
pure putrefaction
fires itself higher & hangs there
for waitstaff to gather anew
thought bubbles pop shut
pronounce end of story
what seldom gives wisdom
once irons go irony
Deciders in suits beget
deciders in diapers
frightening tho’
who wants to think about
contents of stomach
after concrete or staged expiation
Connivance rules
issued under verdict
w/compulsory garnish
heroically recalcitrant defendant bites back
“Enter me judgment-proof
detect Uncollectable
& make effort to wheedle
fresh currency out of me
Formerly Invisible
Playmates!”
Facing its endgame, collapse triggers manifest,
requires no action or tiresome dickering,
anything more viscous than slack. Debtor,
may you walk; may we all flee together,
mooning the creditor broke to insolvency,
bemused at its disco slave’s slavering.
40
Toilet Finger
Mallet ringer, washroom ginger, plumbers
unlock lovers from their lockets. Oops!
Rubberneckers rave at accident people:
that’s a Mess of People Accident. Oops!
Upfront vehicle domino clack: honk & connect
from afar: pull forward. Speed the Trance?
Speed the Speed. & if she’s the one behind,
cabrón, we’re the one who held her
there. Momentum shoots wherever, cousin.
Percussion claims the gaseous wave
acoustic others push dead air
sounds <Select All>
mitigate this
Toilet Finger wants
that its probe smokes out
which vehicle transfers
redolence out
which digit relays
signal to commons
from a list or the Listless
or those craving Listedness
(plumbed in the commons
disconnected from grid
when it comes into that
or turns into that
& to that)
Insurgente wants
that hir grace notes be labeled
into “Problem” “Answer” “Landscape”
so as not to not qualify
not to not parse
& neither warp credentials
nor embellish their skidmarks
nor lengthen them down to
the not-funny porcelain channel
O Mongers! please forgive us
for we know not what we void
if no outflow no input
to its safe-house we halve
& “think to take you with us?”
& “thank us for our service?”