Florian Vermeil

From “A Whole New Flavor of Tasteless” Florian Vermeil

90 COULD IT BE THIS IS HEARTLESS? Heat was dissipated and freezing at -.09 degrees; breed differences afford a glimpse of learning situations. Could it be this is heartless? The aim of this book is to discover some definite cationic chemistry. The manifestation of operant conditioning experiments after 1930 is, again, predicted to cause Dewsbury, McGill, and Denenberg to use a length of tubing in aqueous solutions. Could be it this heartless? Now, let us turn our hymnals to SOCIAL ORGANIZATION IN SHEEP AND GOAT FLOCKS In the study of the adaptive significance of I.H. whatever proposals are advanced should practice reindigestion protocols. Quite apart from these great quotations it is of I.H. that I speak when I say be it so, heartless? You may wonder. To what degree, indeed to what end, is I.H. related to the heroic adventures of his lordship? To what does this relate. Well.... EVERYTHING! I.H. means nothing in the most particular way Be threatened, ye forces of evil! There is an underlying superstructure a powerful narrative The power of this narrative will not be denied His lordship is just a character based on a true person I.H.

is the basket the bread comes in and reality sits in it waiting to be eaten I’m told it’s old grown cold eats children for breakfast This opportunity is not extended to mortals How’d it get this like heartless? It’s a long story Thats why this is a long book A poem longer than the books A poem I.H. will have nothing to say about seeing as it has no thoughts or feelings How do it be so heartless? And you better acknowledge the power of this narrative and show some respect We joke, we get vulgar We fall, we get older Trip, bruise and a punch gets thrown Yeah this is all part of a fluorescent lamp. (So fucking heartless)

91 WE WILL NEVER SPEAK OF IT We will never speak of it. I can picture most of the song titles you’ll be sorry I don’t know how profound it was dispersal of those gathered the sex I would have rathered with a girl that could have mattered out of respect the not using dope to cope the conceptualization of music and culture generally it all began with I.H. it all goes back to I.H. the story goes like this once there were many superstructures in place here on earth it is common in certain disciplines

to discover human superstructures which have died and been covered in sand dunes I know as if by heart but in reality by something deeper curtains after curtains, veils after veils, doors that open to more doors hallways that lead nowhere I can so I do go there I take it that direction I drive around South City until I find a gas station I like We will never speak of it. not like this would you call me crazy if I asked you for a kiss this is directed to YOU to whom I direct my thoughts when I hear a love song I have seen you in my dreams and you are always the same would it were possible to flip a switch and just know you to not have to just go to you from across a crowded ballroom We will never speak of it. I need, the thing is, need I smoke, I sense greed I smoke cigs I smoke weed gonna go gonna go where this road leads because we will never speak of it I can be free to dance around the fire this in lieu of graphically describing a Japanese penis from the late Edo period. We will never speak of it.

92 WHITER BRIGHTER whiter than white motherfucker this shit was it was brighter than bright it was whiter than white and yeah it was righter than right make it really difficult to see the Superstructures making moiré behind it but soon the light left

and it felt bereft and it saw the superstructures they were nighter than night I saw the superstructures they were blacker than darkness they were deeper than deep they were creeper than creep they were deeper than deep they were creeper than creep but I remembered very clearly what I had seen before that shit was flighter than flight amid me plighter than plight this shit was whiter than white it was brighter than bright and in the presence of nighty night night I saw a great-grandmother weeping over a snot-stained flag I saw a nation in the shitter and a citizenry bitter there were fighter jets fighter jetting and there were guns the guns were gunning but I have seen it seen what’s up and it was whiter than white it was brighter than bright