Rob Kiely
SILLY JISM
And foremost premise (d) the tripling sores deliver (c) trifling
promise of a boat w/ the dock pacing the hills (b) termination and the mountains
cresting skylines
brought to the foundation of (a) presidential premise that each hoop jumped
is a haptic antiseptic
jammed into a septum petty (b) assertion insects bite my sleep and so
(c) derivation is that the bourgeoisie have only two senses, entitlement and propriety but it
transfers back to the premise hidden behind the trifling promise over the first line break like a heat transfer or a
money transfer or a room transfer or an energy transfer, or (a) presumed transfer of funds or an electron transfer
and that is a problem like a problem-child or a health problem, or a problem-case or a drug problem or a drink
problem or the transition problem or this next tiny premise
(b) a grime comet as the approximate prospects
of improvement which are impersonated
by a full body cleanse for the chakras
of an elongated legless pug, i.e. trout
and then
an ovary
circluding
a sperm
containing us as (d) executive premise with the rhetoric of responsibility or a case of the pot calling the
departing kettle back to apologise with an (e) paltry premise, such as oh you know in time models became
sclerotic unto utter uselessness so (b) suppository you return to the womb and find you’re over-qualified in regal contortionist dross/ tinned swag/ scar tissue
have been destroyed and reassembled, destroyed and reassembled, destroyed and reassembled
on repeat
Rob Kiely is a writer living in London. His chapbooks include How to Read (Crater, 2017) and Killing the Cop in Your Head (Sad, 2017). He has also written ‘The Elephant in the Womb’ (published in Sure Hope), and ‘A Saddening Bore.’ His critical work can be found here, here, and here.