ISSUE 01: STATE(D) VIOLENCE
ABOUT
ECHO
Echo resonates between continents. They wrote a chapbook and some more.
CITIZEN EDUCATION
I walk like the sun
How the sun infra
Structures the sons
Punishable, I
Am therefore
A kill
Several reasons behind
The barren
Birth is other people
I every-dayed
Motherbuilding
Logistically murder
Drones – so mime
The dead hollow
The spectacle
A drama alike:
The mermaid comes
Hopping turnstile
The mermaid is
Irrefutable
Fires open pearls
Slipping from under
Their tails
There are no mermaids
In the world, not
True, I am equally
perishable
In this city dual
Another scenario:
White seniors in New York
gasped at HAMAS
Killing a dog
The dog is edible
The dog is civil
The dog is me
I die like a duel
I eat my own shit
The mourning for me
A history invites
Complicated geographical
I mourn for the amass
As simple as nimble
There I states the state
There I executes the excuse
There I grow too big ah the sweet
Sweet simulation of common
Senses – is the aim ideal?
THE COMMUNIST MANIFESTO
America is more communist than
communist countries
everybody saying & just saying
as the car drove past a construction
site of shelter where
anger & both the disguises
& discoursing of it almost
flipped the subgrade deemed
too expensive for the homeless
to stand in Flushing two years ago
they give what’s ours to those
who don’t deserve & they
ditch the dirt on us who
are neither white nor black
the city of head-to-head
categorical racing
betting on who’s reasoning
& who’s commanding
a future submerged in histori-
city represented already
by the word everybody is using
in the car of Chinese immigrants
establishing the dialectics
of a communist manifesto learned
years of truth beaten
out of the bodies loaded
with law & order
each body illegal differently
according to different legality
lamenting the succumb
of a country destined to oppose
a history the scenery was echoing
communistically communicating
the two countries
drunk fisting since the new age of 2020
accusatory tone one likes to weave
the other likes to monger
pointing fingers at ideological
myopic chart one has to squint hard
is the exit pointing upward or down?
the communist country I came from yielded
to the gymnastic flexibility
of semantic & the other
I am in right now falls victim
to the gymnastic flexibility of affectation
thus in the belly of the beasts I got shat
out by a communist country and chewed
back by another
exchanging realism in the word’s intestines
the two biggest communists commuting
through irritable bowel syndrome
whose war is quieter & whose is
an explosive diarrhea courted
by the big bad communist departments
of terrorism undoing
power comes from the barrel of a gun
the terrorism exemplified
by the imperial text-
book of a country accepting
broken dreams & ready
to break some more as if in
retaliation
the other re-tongues re-
names re-
boundaries ethnicities & the collaboration
between the two communist countries
built up the city we are now driving through
Free Palestine & Free East Turkestan on the wall
written at midnight by masked
stranger & witnessed only
by a sex worker wrapped in thick winter jackets
curiously turning
her head in silence & almost
the entire night was quiet except the sound
of the chalk hammering the green wall under
Long Island Railroad where
by the next morning would be packed
with unlicensed vendors illegal
immigrants & my people
in the car right now, driving
towards a future that was spelled
by the promise of contrarian phantasm
of happiness far far away from
the communist home’s slow spectacle
of annihilation measured
with careful political scale
yet that’s another deal
yet that’s all known
yet in this car there is happiness
yet in this happiness we only ever live
with ironies in hand