Sixty Six Equals Six(Papa Chip)

1)66=6!
2)66=6!!
3)6=6,
4)6=6,
5)66=66!
6)~666.
7)~6.666666….
8)66!
9)6!
10)66=6.
11)66=6;
12)66=6.
13)3+3=6,
14)3+3=6.
15)33+33=66…
16)6=66=
17)66=6!
18)6…?
19)3..?
20)6!6!6!6!6!, 60?
21)0;…

The Brutalist

When surveying the populace
the poulticed
When lithely seeking little
then some
When listlessly supine with genetic
preference
When so exhausted

Then I compost elegies for energy
Then I gulp up n’up-at a purpling rum-
serum
Then I beat root and inhale expansive
post-portions
Then I wall-mutter Hallelujahs while
calling on miracles for minutiae—

All while intervening between fists!

And how I finally surmise a pre-Colombian
sonrisa;
and how once disparate enough for a
fading begun
And how laughing at America
and the million maps of
its sociologists

I can’t desist;
replete

For whom I reconsider resurrected cognates
For which I step froggily acrost
black steamy death below
For whose spirit is suffused
of echo
of sapphire vocals

For them I reel! For them I reel!

By which entertainment licked in Leger-like tubular shade
By what edible coloring adjacent-to the pecked-at popular
By freckling-why when slight
and endeared

Why?

By sculpting consciously an open-circle epistemic dis-ease!

Now,
Hebraic-toothed,
I believe

Now
rendering ash,
in perforations

Now line miming
no-

Buddha’s quarters

Now, is it the upturned mien before?

Now notchless,
a re-capitated grave

Now barring this—

My lone winged
still-agile
biography,

my all thankful for,

but not,
penultimate yet

‘Derivation’ is not ‘Murder’

‘She’ is of a type
‘He’ is of a type
‘I’ am of a type
‘typical’ thoughts

‘Marx’ is but marks
‘lines’ are but lines
‘print’ is but print
‘writerly’ writing

‘speech’ is silent
‘words’ inaudible
‘volume’ undetectable
‘voice’ unimaginable

‘God’ does not really exist
‘Buddah’ is nothing much
‘Jesus’ has no tears
‘Mohammed’ is sightless

‘America’ is tiny
‘Russia’ has no weather
‘Israel’ isn’t ‘Palestine’ and
‘Jacob’ ain’t not ‘Israel’

‘Shakespeare’ can’t write
‘Dylan’ sure can’t sing
‘Beethoven,’ DEEF? uh-uh
‘Ginsberg’ is not dead

‘Ma’ don’t nurture
‘Pa’ don’t neither
‘Family’ don’t read
‘Jared’ will never be a poet