will expire in 3 days     assimilate internalize
this     fringe your Throbbing Void     with
dunes     cliff footpaths
river mouths         hands

     up who wants to reconnect
with something     that barely was
established?     in such unmelodious
cow horn there’s still     i promise some

     we all caught feelings in Bread ‘N’
Cheese Land became     synonymously
blurred which explains our unenviable
SURGE         many of our cheerful frolics are

     becoming restless self-critical reflecting the
fading influence of rock’n’roll & so wrongly often
associated with TROJAN SYSTEM FAN ZONE         do you

     want to change it now?     given that
i’ll look good a block away     you’ll
be 10 minutes ago &     Carnival Cruise Liner
shall establish itself as BASE CENTRAL METAPHOR




     The Little Book Of Flaking Out Too Early

tells me     across town The Goddess
steps from a volcano     starts
to dance with her worshippers     that
not everyone who died by the hedge
in forest of debt was once Something
In The City     how in any bizarre
cheerful alien atmosphere there’s SHITE
spoil me dear i’m section 8.         The
     Little Book
Of Flaking Out
Too Early suggests
despite me bleaching plague
hymns upon the shore of some grey
white lake     and you leading an oddball
parade through The Binary (overload
stretches out towards the horizon oblivious
to our work.         The Little

     Book Of Flaking Out Too Early states
is the fear of




     DAB! DAB!! DAB!!! He said Smashing my face in

drip drip drip i went through     negative
positive real imagined space     Double
Entenders had already given me the
Wiffle-Waffles round     the same
time i tried to reach     a less playful
level.         “at the Dead Finish there’ll be a

     great deal of weather about     but this
matter would make     a cat laugh & shall
keep     cold” the Paramedic confirms.         tom

     thumb     admiral dot     commodore
nut     don’t much     stand out     in A Crowd
must be in The Wrong Show     sparkling
mirrored stars hardly         forthcoming though

     with a cod’s head &    
a mackerel’s
tail at     the Left-Over’s
Expo i’ll be     there before
the maggot bites         we

     must reach the Business
End of the




     in this APPLE PIE ORDER is there A-Place-For-Us?

Scan Cluster / Scan Scatter Matinee so

under The Sign Of The Headache     we spit white

broth in the House Of Waste to some tune the old cat died of    

certainly a place for us elusives…         critical intense

     Reflector     pours over     draws upon     cuts out     layers    

THE INFINITE UNREALIZED yet     still hears distant

church bells     keep off the grass     discuss.         because

     it’s possible with you     it’s possible
with you     to have     

an European Morning    
an European Morning     where the Chicken     got the AXE!


[billy cancel is a Brooklyn based poet/performer. His collection Mock Trough Rasping Crow (BlazeVOX Books) was published in 2018. His poetry has been widely published (in Boston Review, PEN America, & Bombay Gin amongst others.) With Thursday Fernworthy (Lauds) he makes up the noise/pop band Tidal Channel who performed his noise poetry piece Buttercup Tantrum Mutton Encore at Ravenna Museum of Art in November 2019 as part of the Transmissions VII Festival. In 2013 he appeared in Marianne Vitale’s Missing Book Of Spur at the Performa 13 festival. His contribution to ‘4 Words’ was broadcast as part of the 2016 Liverpool Provocations Art Festival. He has read at the Poetry Project New Year’s Marathon & regularly performs in New York & beyond. In December 2019 billy & his work was featured in London based culture / fashion magazine HERO as “New York’s new poetic voice.” bio / links at]

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