My Poem Would Eat Nothing. I Tried Giving It Water But It Said No

I've received two emails and one comment (which I accidentally deleted - my sincere apologies, I meant to approve it) alerting me that this shitty blog is now fuck-all shitty to read on cellphones, and contrary to one opinion I actually DO give a flying fuck about this if for no other reason than why would I not want people to read this shitty blog? I was going to post this Sparklehorse song but can't because motherfucking youtube doesn't motherfucking permit posting a motherfucking song with fucked-up in the title, my motherfucking reaction:



It will never stop, the enshittification of everything. I can't confirm the fuck-all shittiness of reading this on cellphones since (a) I hated the internet on my cellphone when my cellphone could actually access the internet and (b) my cellphone currently can't access the internet because I don't know the fuck why and I don't care the fuck why and I'll be damned if I go buy a new phone to read the internet on the phone, which I hate. I have not changed any settings on this blog in literally at least ten years or more, so while I accept the blame for any and all fuck-ups here this particular fuck-up happened without my attempting to change something and fucking it up and in any case if I DID fuck something up I have no fucking idea how I did or how to fix it. This seems to be happening across every motherfucking spectrum of my life, every motherfucking spectrum. Have I told you 345,823,929 times we are being reprogrammed? Strangest fucking days of my life. Where's my kind ghost? Hear, more Sparklehouse, this is one of  dozens of my favorite five songs ever:

We can’t vote our way out of this mess
The entire Democratic Party summed-up in one headline
Trump Cuts $2 Billion in Federal Funding for Mental Health and Substance Abuse Services
Secret ICE Programs Revealed
Dems Are Begging Their Own to Drop ‘Abolish ICE’
Right-Wing Influencers Have Flooded Minneapolis
"Are we allowed to say mean things about that racist piece of shit Dilbert guy now that he died? Just want to be clear on the rules"
Dingbat Imperialism, the Lowest Stage of Capitalism
The Black Book of Capitalism				"Young people on Earth will witness horrors beyond what we are willing to imagine"
The Billionaires and the November Election
Mere anarchy			Sick in a company town
Americans Are Irredeemable					Clarksburg sucks
Cows Lying Down			Wikipedia and the novel
BANDCAMP Bans AI Music					Listen to this
Listen to this			Anarchist Hymn			Larry Levis
Bobby Weir's Cosmic Touch					New SUNN O)))
Tuesday past was Morton Feldman's centenary

THE POEM YOU ASKED FOR

Larry Levis

My poem would eat nothing.
I tried giving it water
but it said no,
 
worrying me.
Day after day,
I held it up to the light,
 
turning it over,
but it only pressed its lips
more tightly together.
 
It grew sullen, like a toad
through with being teased.
I offered it money,
 
my clothes, my car with a full tank.
But the poem stared at the floor.
Finally I cupped it in
 
my hands, and carried it gently
out into the soft air, into the
evening traffic, wondering how
 
to end things between us.
For now it had begun breathing,
putting on more and
 
more hard rings of flesh.
And the poem demanded the food,
it drank up all the water,
 
beat me and took my money,
tore the faded clothes
off my back,
 
said Shit,
and walked slowly away,
slicking its hair down.
 
Said it was going
over to your place.


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