after notes from underground

great

you know
great

but all I've seen since the crash
is a redefinition of what it means to be

working class

Spring fever

I have an allegory

maybe to authority

it's not serious

just pollen in the air

The Fern Cat by Remedios Varo

Ascension

What if poetry was the first revolution
only to be checked by prose?

What if writing meant enslavement
the icon signified the state?

What if producing and consuming
words