computer monitors & brooding (it's all deleted)

1. this is how the world ends:
with a blog post. i am hog,
i am a hog host. bellowing like lips without words
a host of ragged cog tweets, aligned as Brazil.
sexualized people all, butts and stuff,
high opinions about their low morals.

2. the boy at the pool was a retard. i don't
mean this in a mean way, you know, it's just a description.

3. here's another: in the room without windows Delores
shudders under her blanket. it's very warm inside,
but outside the stores are closed due to the cold
which even creeps in, on the shadows and with
dust sputtered by sparrows.

(sparrows stutter dusty words to third children:
yaaaaaas, they say, i've heard you are my daughters
 ---such are the pilgrims thoughts
     about insanity---)

4. breeze weeps tides of dung beetles
in on the horizon, here they are, with words
for once in meter, on the third and firth beat
of every measure, every careless lidless eyeball
beseeching beJesus just do something
about the jutless jutting jaws of spoontown
the color is lacking from their eyes, cheeks
     freaks on dope & amphetamines
& screwball hotties --- daddies from up high
sent to (or down below, they come, maybe)
to murk up our barometer, princess . . .

5. last year from down by the shed
i saw two butterflies hover (maybe over! closer!
redact hover, write sputter)
mixing dust with their butter & better yet
telling of tales abroad about their flutters - - -

6. military robots

7.

8. this is an infinitely small & hopeless romance
about how it concerns me that all we can say
about the robot in our studies
is how she's like the butterfly
    (i mistyped this and left it
    ghost of a mistake - - - deal with it)

what i mean is
we study butterflies to make drones
that will kill people
without trial or justice

none & all, butter & the fly-watchers,
everyone will die like toads stuck

(& then, proving maybe there is a God,
or at least a divine humor, Thad will replace
the ailing/shot fuse in the blinkering headlight
with (what else?) a bullet (nothing else fits)
which will overheat, explode and fire
directly into Thad's heart.
the buggy -- of toad hunters -- crashes,
killing all of them)

(this was a Darwin award)

(except now there aren't fuses in cars
it's all GEE WHIZ electronic computer
manuals-you-gotta-read-tew-understand-goddam-it
computers connected w/ robots w/ lightbulbs
no room for human decency
enough to ungraciously kill yourself)

(it's all deleted, inside, it's all
a blank computer monitor
it's all