Blinkpoint

Man, this republic is fucked. From the very beginning. Killing. Stealing land from indigenous peoples. Importing African slaves. Are you surprised by the turmoil? The implosions & explosions. Fog & mist. Opaque. Transparent. The Eyeballs see it all: $$$$$.

I sip coffee. In Astoria, Queens, of all places. New York City. Tugboats on the East River. The human brain is a nonsense machine. Thinking. Thinking. Thinking. Making no sense of the nonsense. 

The mind roams. The mind wanders. Every mind is a beginner’s mind. Except we forget. Pierre. Pierre & the Kraken. Isabel.

A barge floats under the Macomb’s Dam Bridge in Harlem. Whirlpools. Seagulls in a whorl. Fox Murdoch on his Android phone. “Yeah, speak to me,” he says. Madame President Lady Gaga giggles.

Short-wave radio waves. Oscillating. The liquid reality of spacetime. Ripples. Murmurs. Signals intelligence from an extraterrestrial species. Fast radio bursts. Signifiers. What?

I send a messenger pigeon to Ireland. Not sure if it gets there. Galway. The Aran Islands. The North Atlantic is a big salt pond.

Amerika is behind me. Amerika is in front of me.

October leaves quiver. Yellow. Orange. Rust. We are made of iron. Yellow bananas. Yellow taxi cabs. Yellow school buses.

You blink. You point. 

Blinkpoint.

What are you looking at? What do you see?

Machine images made of text. Pixels. Particles. Strings of code. String Theory. Spaghettification of a red dwarf star by a black hole in the Eridanus galaxy. 

Fingertips fast & furious on a keyboard. Are you mad? Are you a lunatic? Are you a graphomaniac? Are you a nymphomaniac?

The isolated walls of a metropolis.

She eyes his rising cock. Wets her lips. Removes her panties. Mounts Zig. Fucks him. She tries to come with composure. Impossible! She is a screaming lunatic. She is a banshee. 

Sgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreuch!!!

Thunderclap of her ass on his thighs. Ragnarök!

Blinkpoint.

Buttocks as sanctuary. Beautiful & dazzling. You look familiar. Stranger. Lowering of the briefs/panties. Elastic waistbands.

My cock is wet. Her clit is hard. We are fucking in a basement apartment. Amerika is a disaster. Nobody goes outside. I hate doorknobs. Seas are rising. Not much time. Salt on the carpets. She goes first. I come second. Two long hard comes. We are crying. For everybody. On the planet. Nobody hears us. Silent screams.