Mohamad S Bazzi

 

    Stopped by the studio to unplug the coffee
    Been up there who saw it unplugged
    Plugged in since Tuesday evening
 
    I had a cup

    Well, two half cups
    And Imad had some, and so did Yousef
    There is still a lot in the pot

    And is it still I should have unplugged?
    Is anyone plugged in since Tuesday evening?
    Obsessive compulsive jolts I might have

    Might be borderline
 
    But are they if they are
    Enough to incapacitate me

    For three days

    How is it that coffee can incapacitate you in two ways?

    One way would be to partake in derision
    And another would be to foreplug the coffee

    And have it become a major issue in your mind

    To the degree that you become
    A major issue in your mind

    And forget to unplug
 

    To the degree that you feel completely transfixed

    It and the other grinds

    That you can't find

    What pebbles of mesmerized

    It's just I can't

    Paralyzed to move and so I haven't been there
    For three days for want of a better want

    Can anyone find time to find and pick up?
    Pieces of shards fall in crack

    Plug and unplug

    The meter of gas, of water 
    What is that purple stuff sprawled all over the pipe joints?
    It cannot just be pipe sealant, lurking
    It must be reason for a nation's downfall

    Crisp

    Break

    Let hands purge your workings

    And mind sidetrack mind
    Can't form little bits of move and shove
    He was called a grasshopper and now a plastic combatant 

 

    Kick / shout / discredit

    Steal / lie / invent
    Blame others for your misgivings

    Figure out that there was focus and go back

    To the physical, the aimless
    Hunger down the backroads of population removal

    Back out sudden family guilt 

    I am better than the older

    He kept, she kept

    He stuck pockets, she struck rockets

    Water and dust are not isolated

    Insect young can wash them
    Forget the major battles

    Ig, it, is, fig, lit, bit, sit

    Get this pig off my leg

    I now understand that I don’t understand
    How levels of findings that we might thought we knew
    Philosophical we know not in life

    Days gone so far

    But those ignorant jagged leather faced elders know those days

    And we don’t know what they know those days
    We blame them for our not knowing, we sentence them

    I find small details of offspring coming home and looking
    With sparkling eyes up at me like I have lives of light
    Have offerings of electronic food

    I find not one granular piece of moist dirt-earth
    In this plastic clicking square pile of visual filth muck shape

    My mind alters gall or Levantine Gaulite
    He lives in Paris with figures of discompensated families
    Fled their poor only to find and pile

    Their offspring are snots of whine
    And shards oh nay

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    Say can you see

    See what you light
    In the evening's last fright

 

    What can figure your brie
    Or finger door re me

    Cascade down to my living hot rope of gigapica
    Philabrother you have left me spacing with my right thumb
    Spaces I should have been spacing across lands, rivers to hills

    And down into spaces of blue depth of sky
    Only God can deep ultramarine darkness

    In the day sky
    And I can’t

    I can find me, find me

    Come find me lying purging
    Subtle winds of marred

    O ye of little fail
    Go on and say what you can't say

    I just saw me, I lied
    I did unplug it!

    How can one mind find

    Such dizzled packs of backstuffed ideas

    I fiddled with her fiddle, fiddled with little sins
    Planted in your memory’s eye till one day you finally till the Earth
    And come back then to tell you what you've yet to till

    Seconds pass and years are forgotten, days beat you
    Repeated down with familiar discs of those small mediums
    And large increments

    I want only what is good for me, not for me for you
    Not for you for them
    I want only what's deleted
    I want only what I can’t know, I want only what I can’t

    Remember becomes plays, images series down
    So you really do want me to tell her that she is devious?
    How can I not say the love that I can’t love

    Did their cement pieces put in their souls

    The bodies of people they purchased or pillaged
    In order to use them in pain, increment growth of accrue cookies
    The butchery of treachery

 

    These tangents someone told me about I had not an idea
    Circles turning until my mind turned
    Do not judge me, you sit too

    Point of circumvent
 
    black / oil / red / gauze / sand / white
    Nothing is funny throughout
    The smell and sound of offspring will get me through the night

    The sight of offspring is blinding
    I will always be blinded by their faces, gates to heaven
    When they weep they messenger to me of cosmos lost

    I try fix but not
    I try fig but mouth
         eat / know
         figure / non-figure
         shape / idea
         w / hitch connection
         pressed letters
         circles in squares
         fingers in plugs

    They have dislodged us from whence were we
    A Canadian woman makes storybooks about my mother
    Teaches them to the maggot young who flourish in maggot time with maggot liquid flesh
    To then run through the full electronic gamut

    I am me / you are a concept

    Where is the honest connection
 
    I found this problem lying in little bits of machine
    Decomposed processed leaves

    It made me pick itself up
    I scrambled knelt down grabbed and ran

    Protected it with my life

    Near my inside breast pocket, where I protect my heart
    If an arrow came flying towards me, then what?
    Wave it down with what little problem I still have
    Can’t solvent, clorox you tell me

    Can you please remove this bag from off this chair
    So my grandfather can sit down?
    They are piling in little increments of words into my son's head

    He should be tilling the fields of God
    Where them fields
    Where am he?​

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