Forty Years Ago Today: One of the Most Important Days of My Life

☝	Forty years ago today Minutemen's *Double Nickels on the Dime* released						☝
☟	Forty years ago today Hüsker Dü's *Zen Arcade* released						☟

It Simply Never Occurred to Your Nightmareless Mind

Jeff,

Rule

Number

One:

Don't

explain

Nothing

fucks

my

judgment

up

more

about

something

I

write

than

something

I

write

getting

thousands

instead

of

dozens

of

hits,

in

this

case

Napoleon's

death

announcement.

I

deleted

the

poem

below

this

one

from

yesterdays'

BLCKDGRD

post,

for

the

record

I

like

the

poem

below

Installed

static

in

its

place

Against human exceptionalism
A few more spurts of logic's holy water
American hypocrisy on war crimes!
American propaganda and Ukraine war
Here's to militant apathy					Apathy is a disease, I was once told
You lost, stop acting like you won
If Trump still potus scotus would leave Roe alone?
Capitalism has always wanted to control women's bodies
Ohio law mandates rape victims send thank you notes for gift of parenthood
How the Kent State massacre raised your tuition
Lost in the supermarket
Murname's *Last Letter to a Reader*
Richard Thompson interview

I

made

the

necessary

cameo

at

the

goodbye

event

for

my

boss

who

(

never

worked

here

once

she

walked

out

the

door

)

My

not

savored

anger

pisses

in

my

marinating

fuck

it

fuck

this

fuck

me

ON THE DEATH OF A CAT

Franz Wright

In life, death

was nothing

to you: I am

willing to wager
my soul that it
simply never occurred

to your nightmareless
mind, while sleep
was everything

(see it raised
to an infinite
power and perfection)—no death

in you then, so now
how even less. Dear stealth
of innocence

licked polished
to an evil
lustre, little

milk fang, whiskered
night
friend—

go

Polyester Lips Pressed to Sandwiches of Hair

				I woke from mourning
				nap Allude prance pun cellar
				break Back to the duh
				I	nap	break
				woke	Allude	Daily
				from	prance	duh
				morning	pun	back
					cellar
				break Back to the duh
				nap Allude prance pun cellar
				I woke from mourning

Discovered myself punning ancient history last night w BFF, I feel like writing, I'm waking up from my mourning nap Elon Musk just bought twitter in the name of free speech his elevation to emperor The Maryland Department of Natural Resources tweeted (I follow (and rag on them for encouraging the torture and killing of animals but credit them generously when they build new trails, for instance)) all state-planted sunflowers (McKee-Beshers, mocos, off River Road extended past Seneca Aqueduct) are dedicated to Ukraine, I tweeted Now do Palestine and then Next do Yemen (and lost fifteen followers, laugh) Donald Trump, as I type this sentence, claims he's not interested in rejoining twitter and meantime the new asshole Republican governor of Virginia with DeSantis-sized ambition has offered to whitewash the local helmetball team of accusations of financial improprieties via the Virginia AG in exchange for the local helmetball team relocating to Loudoun County, if what a friend who would know as both a local helmetball team zealot and one who's a lawyer and understands this shit tells me is true what the shitty helmetball owner did is almost certainly illegal but his accusers don't have enough to stand up in court, the new asshole Republican governor of Virginia will turn this in a culture war wedge, see what liberals do the the Right kind of shitlord I've decided to go to Bookkeeper's good-bye function, five or ten minutes, just an appearance, be bigger than she has been, is, and will be, yes, but everyone who is there will remember if I don't show up or forget about me the minute I walk out of the room, I want to be forgot when I walk out of that room Why can't I want to be forgot here, fuck me Remember that Michigan State Senator who eloquently beat down a raving cracker and people be like, Thank You for the Path, shit that was a lifetime ago and that Big Blood song doesn't stroke my faith like once More than nap's death going on Awake to shut the fuck up impossible but not as inconceivable as once

DEMOCRACY

Tom Clark

In the motel

room mirror

a yellow

light pulses

on polyester lips
pressed to sandwiches of hair