3 Poems

By S.G. Mallett

454 SS

they are putting me in charge
of redesigning the all new

bright ass headlights burning my retina
bright ass headlights burning my sclera

they are finding my true form
hidden within the marble

cupholders are too narrow for any cup
cupholders are too shallow for any cup

hit a garbage bin on my way home
spilled shit all over the road

a lamb over each shoulder
each shoulder cast in plaster

they are reconstituting me
testing me for my umami concentration

splicing the fuellines during fuelline
installation establishes the akashic record

they are pricing the muscarine doses
from my fruiting bodies at market price

The Hard Problem of Consciousness

piss on the entrance carpet in a noun
tonight you are paisios of mount athos

$10 airbrb gift card
new flavours (cdn br sp) of your snack

of choice
you have no need of such things

tonight you are just running
in for tampons

you cast become bones
duration 1 turn + 1d6 rounds

unintelligent undead creatures
ignore the caster you in this case

cdn wallmarts stock and sell only
nonalcoholic bush 6x355ml cans

nonalcoholic budwiser 6x255ml cans
you could cast unlife

common causes of electrical fires
you are calling for 10cm of snow

tonight who you are would have been
eligible to restore the grid

to its former glory the crystal
pulses as you approach

Indexing Movements for Standard Index Plate

you’re inside dowlais ironworks (1840)
scrambling eggs at the halo lan party
as buckwheat seeds in the number
field of your back begin to sprout
you’re still on your back on carpet tile
calcium chloride accretes on the street
in the gematrial rings oilspills reflect
14″ zip ties
ambermor ketal crystal
top notes camphor, buffalo grass
you’re regulating your nervous system
industrial glue notes
the pattern in the carpet felt familiar

 S.G. Mallett is online at dowsing.neocities.org