And
what were the thoughts
I thought
in those afternoons
of captainry?
Thought
I could do better
thought
there were better days
aroused
by
depletion
thought of the airy currency
thought
of Diogenes
thought of
defacing The Cloud
thought there were
mattresses
to
rise from
thought
there were lovers to de-love
thought
the metropolis
was
thinking nothing --
its
mechanisms and circulation --
a peregrination of a robot through
blood
thought “augean
corpse”
thought of the enlightenment and
scissors while
the
Ogwalla aquifer thought draught
Leavenworth thought felons
felons thought Rousseau
Rousseau thought chat logs
chatlogs
thought utopia and cops
the
cops thought rubber bullets, tazers, night sticks, riot gear,
lrads,
tear gas, pepper spray, pistols, speed traps, and warrants
the
warrants thought juries
the
juries thought “What astonishing beauty
arrives
at our door!”
the poets
thought of the longest table
the
longest table thought of banquets
the banquets thought of Hormel
Hormel
thought of Cargill
Cargill thought of biometrics
biometrics
thought of infants
the
infants thought of arms
and
Facebook thought of the people
the
people thought of shipping routes
the
shipping routes thought that
iphones
thought
we thought of a perfume “fatigue of
eternity”
thought of another
“platitudes, outrage
and affection”
all the
same you probably thought
where the epic has unspooled
borders and the biopropertarian
thought
with which grids and rectangular hearts
I thought I
could never think --
those
exurb gates
those
astral safe rooms
thought
the never-thinking thought-leaderless
second-door imperfection
thought
I could never
thinking in the aporiac
hour
thought
every thought has its vermin
thinking of the thinking dead
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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