Truck

Mark Young

mhcyoung@gmail.com

Mater Misericordiae

God & fishing & I

dream of Jeannie.

Seems like we’re

not in Kansas any-

more. Or anywhere

else except for an

unparalleled universe

that is north of the

border & a couple of

centuries behind. The

words in the Scand-

noir novel I’m reading

peel off the page, an

interim tabula rasa, to

be gradually replaced

by pictures of fish,

deities from a variety

of religions, & a 1773

TV guide writ large

in cuneiform. I pick

a glyph at random: the

screen explodes. I’m

in the center when it

settles, with a multi-

limbed body reminiscent

of some obscure deity,

the head of a fish, &

a twitching nose that

refreshes scrolling bites

to keep me up to date

on what the celebrities

of Oz have been up to

whilst I’ve been away.

lepidopterase

   Sought structure. Not

              in his life

                but in the

           things it was

                    pinned out

               upon. Not

             patterned butterfly

          but the cabinet

                without, the

            white card-

                       board

              on which

                it flew.

28kg tumor filled a WHEELBARROW

We have changed our party policy so that there is now no fetter that prevents us selling uranium, improving trade links, or teaching more Mandarin. This is an act of self-indulgence which highlights the need for ongoing reform in the next two to three hours. Communities in particularly—based on past experience—vulnerable areas are being advised to move into designated target areas. Light rail could be a pivotal issue.

the end of the world arrives

she ate gazpacho

in the

gazebo

under

the gaze

of a gazelle.

A line from Simón Bolívar

A platonic view of kinesthesia
is that we have been "out of
touch" with the internet ever
since the advent of the phrase

Netflix & chill forced morphemes in
the middle reaches to abandon their
wait for the arrival of a new iPhone
& adopt pure illusion as reality.

intrepid

the forest,for

a peeping pablo