“In your text’s mirror, Your mirror’s text.” -C.G. — “We are nothing but images of images. Reality, including ourselves, is nothing but a thin and fragile veil, beyond which … there is nothing.” Italian physicist Carlo Rovelli Thank you for being here. A rose is a rose. A nose is a nose. A crow is a bird. A turd is a turd. Thank you for being here. That house over there. There’s something behind it. It hints of things we cannot see. Nevertheless, it is there. The house behind a house. Thank you for being here.

“Follow the rose, and the bread shall rise.” Yeshiva —

Part three —

Part two — “I am going to burn down the cinema on Nazi night.”

Part one — Don’t write what shouldn’t be there, like film noir with carrots. Do, however, take chances. So I took a chance and spoke with a demon who calls himself Yeshiva. Not his real name. He won’t tell me his real name. When he declined to tell me his name I said, What shall I…

Cause we’re standing wrong. I think. What was the question? Why is the Earth tilted? Play your silly games. I’m sorry. What do you mean? Play your silly games! I’m sorry if I’ve offended you. Who are you? Guess. Starts with a B. Brenda? Barbara? Bobby? Bastard? My brother. You are my brother. I think I’m falling.

I have become a novelty of sorts. Sky above, ground below. It’s all the same, isn’t it. All snowflakes look the same. Your head looks like all the others.

In the end the ants took over. The collapse was like a rolling dust cloud, so we rolled up our sleeves and disappeared. We were cockroaches in the night. I alone survived. I took a submarine to a cave at the bottom of the sea. Sit by the fire, they said. Then, silence. I must…

This poem uses some big wordy noises. Like this… schadenfreude. Say it with me. /ˈSHädənˌfroidə/ It means getting pleasure from someone else’s misfortune. Other big wordy noises include bamboozle and bodacious and brouhaha and dope and fly and festooned and the humble, intelligent pigeon. I’m sorry I made you say…