transitioning from Harry to Stephanie Potter
her wizardry merry and death macabre
explicitly marrying men of honour
to sip this sweet sherry and read Chekhov’s words
digging deep to bury the dead father
these words but a glitch in the teleprompter
inserting his prick in the president’s daughter
and moving on up as Barack Obama
this Odyssey with a plot involving us
the suavity of a flock of swans or doves
these fire lyrics
survival of the fittest
Darwin in the husband’s apology
Marx in his yacht over choppy seas
in the margins of Of Grammatology
part of an affront against Nazis
dismantling cop-speech philosophy
black wings of honesty, honest beaks
piercing their white ennui
as, clearing the night’s autumn leaves,
the robot resents our high station
as postmodern friends, his libation
for old gods invented by Satan
this trickster, his endless mind racing
as a rock through the universal night
a globule of truth uncertain as light

[Something Something Brax]:
the mascot of this verse is a six pack of applesauce
half a sleeve of saltines
the master of all things
shadowboxing in the dark
punch drunk lusting
for chain spot burritos
that shits disgusting
I only wear a watch when I wanna leave my phone at home
‘cause i’m addicted to knowing the time
and I depict her as a queen on a throne in my mind
but in reality she’s home from the bar hella late
smelling like a pack of nat sherms with a new password
a back with some scratches
how did this happen
historic bag fumblage
it pays great if you can stomach it
hunters gatherers burnouts and wunderkind
flax seeds hella stuck in the counter grout
never picked to win but never counted out
never picked to win but never counted out
never picked to win but never counted out
ad infinitum
haven’t met the kid
but you look just like him
ad infinitum
haven’t met the kid
but you look just like him