Babylon

[rowens]

Babylon

“Up to a point, having fun is good for you."


City Entertainment,
yer strength in the bag;
no need venomous snakes.

Yer slaves baffled power.
Eat more than wolves
pack.

Sum of the outsider
pervades. From the ugly comedian,
a cyber-down syndrome.

Ea delivers rain afresh London,
California. Beams Inanna
delights on gimmicks, tumors.

Whyn't edge yer parades
holding them too? Love
fit for comers.

Yon witches, heathens,
by name as bloods,
nervous system nārû .

Can't fall ye assimilate.
Incredible blob: Living=wrestling- 
in-a-goo. Rome stadiums,

Deutschland ghettos;
neighborhoods, public-housing, 
ubermilitsiya, central gardens.

Fear's a past, gidim 
relatives slung asea;
trees drinking yon systems

pedagogically wet of firmament.
Eṭemmū have sired coins:
fur in places not paddled.

Ocean apride on difference;
lonely boat adrift, a one
can't drink salt.

Overprized beverage; celebrity;
one could please cheaper,
the others stay.

[matsunosuperfan]

Babylon

“Up to a point, having fun is good for you."


City Entertainment,
yer strength in the bag;
no need venomous snakes.

Yer slaves baffled power.
Eat more than wolves
pack.

Sum of the outsider
pervades. From the ugly comedian,
a cyber-down syndrome.

Ea delivers rain afresh London,
California. Beams Inanna
delights on gimmicks, tumors.

Whyn't edge yer parades
holding them too? Love
fit for comers.

Yon witches, heathens,
by name as bloods,
nervous system nārû .

Can't fall ye assimilate.
Incredible blob: Living=wrestling- 
in-a-goo. Rome stadiums,

Deutschland ghettos;
neighborhoods, public-housing, 
ubermilitsiya, central gardens.

Fear's a past, gidim 
relatives slung asea;
trees drinking yon systems

pedagogically wet of firmament.
Eṭemmū have sired coins:
fur in places not paddled.

Ocean apride on difference;
lonely boat adrift, a one
can't drink salt.

Overprized beverage; celebrity;
one could please cheaper,
the others stay.

It's either a dense and ambitious work of genius or a largely inscrutable exercise in verbal masturbation

the sound is cool enough and the gestures feel pregnant enough that I want to believe the former
but I can't sustain a feeling of even remote sensibility or narrative long enough to avoid getting repeated whiffs of the latter. it's like Ashbery on poppers. as soon as I begin to think we're actually constructing consecutive declaratives that amount to an intelligible thought, the poem turns left and we're in the tall grass again