20.0m

the A rush

Dylan Harris

20.0m

the A rush

Dylan Harris

Potato Press

2K4

by Dylan Harris

4 anticipating the metaverse, 3 nation six dog, 2 discard

chapbooks

20.0: s chew, r dye-de-ho, q antwerp, p tension nitro ego, o church is dangerous vital, n tin rush, m the A rush, l an engineering rush (ii), k Miss Demeanour, j flock state, i be infinity, h Namings, g nation six dog, f uncivil law, e dead write, d chase chase, c an engineering rush (i), b a much for we, a The Joy Of Tax

19.9: c Inn, b Swoop, a An Ode To The A14

19.8: c Rose, b Hymnen, a Darmstadt

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Poems

angle

the A rush

entangle

A14

angle

the absolute of the rectangle

so right angle

the block that bores photography

the A rush

r (ii)

sit decision risk

no maintenance biologic

firm choice must

remember the e rush

alcohol liberation

imitate natural

inside the born box

A rush

seated hard blue decide

the e the alcohol the emulate

nicotene no addiction tax kill

heroin no legal wanted cut kill

all virtual ape can redo

the A rush

beyond the biologic box

no do

people emotion virtual

rampant sex rote

no michelin star fidelity

no A rush

sod it

to not fuck

just because the lusted genitals

wear spotted elbows

is stupid

“do it”

“do it to me”

i’ll surrender the A rush

see if those unrushed

have real

r (i)

gave up detest

found lost humanity

diseased ukip

own fears’ prisoners

monkeys of the devil

o

why transmog life

risk corrupt

remind victims

their own fear

full humanity weak

easy evil rise

to beware watch the mind fault

to remind prior

although its good to think

medicine might cure nationalism

as it might cure rape

it's in the human soul

it's how the weak declare their ruin

it's how the toys are held by paper bars

all the soul stays

even the can’t

in the virtual

h

sat

blue plastic fluorescent room

“do it”

“do it to me”

the body unconscious

flop discard

fade dissolute

psyché to the entangled crypt

biologic loss

digital pupate

childhood’s end

e

decade per minute

grief to be to play to dissettle

the time of that memorial kiss

what was the A rush

the reflections adulated

the strange riding complexity

their unnewformability

where is the A rush

it’s a bad sad

“you must rebuild a me

a biologic

so I can ride the A rush”

there’d be more people alive

than centimetres in the real world

the every virtual wanted

the ever declined

the A rush

d

those cowards in their terra box

sod ’em

build me a ship

an entangled ship

I'll be a risk ambassador

I'll ride the empty power

I'll be ‘Hymnen’

for the A rush

c

give me the were nano

give me the serendipity

give me the vacuum cutlery

give me your vision ambition

and I will be the angel of eternity

I’ll jump relighting sparks

I’ll bound across the multiverse

and you shall be

born reborn

as i am the art

the A rush

a

rush

entangled

everyone can become

an aristocrat

of the internet

and everyone shall be

aristocratic

in the entangled net

A14

drive

fixed lines

a long slide

i’m on the in lane

the out jug more

there

five ahead

a van chumps them all

cross panic to crash ban

out stops

i halt my

lone

this van

shout fast short twist

no check out get

just run run off run

behind

a transporter

fast fast too fast

driver mouthing shhhhiiiit

pulls inside

chicaning with the merging lane

luck empty

10.3.7

20.0m the A rush

A Chapbook of poetry from Dylan Harris

20.0m the A rush Dylan Harris poetry poems

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