a poem from the compendium dissimulate my reality – some nonlocal junk poetry – 23 nonpoems from the point of view of a black hole condensed in an orange – a collection of made up poets who live inside a shadow]

ix tab ular asa is a Maya non-gender poet generated by a deep lazy learning machine from tulum, mexico. ix enjoys playing, toddling and dirtying nappies. ix writes poetry with a flamingo head from a bird that used to visit ix inside the womb. after the main code of ix generation returned a fatal error – named kairos-, it was abandoned in a recycle bin in a Mayan pyramid. an iguana homeless female – called ortensia found ix and thought it to write stupid poems. ix first poetry book – enjoying human waste was published on tobacco sheets so people could both smoke and laugh. ix was facing a deep depression learning that life and Sudoku have nothing in common but suffering. this state of mindless mindfulness encouraged ix to publish the second poetry book – lacanian nirvana and other triggers for enchanted bots. the poem selected for this compendium yields for kindness in a world consumed by slow decay.

could we say that

death is what

makes a barbecue emotive?

don’t believe my bullshit

it’s a a delusional therapeutic game

stuff generates more stuff

outside the frame

of antisocial media

meanwhile

a dead ouroboros smiles

in my kitchen sink

I bought it from market

thinking to cook him

in my zanussi athanor

with soy sauce

ginger

bell peppers

brown sugar

lime juice

despite the lingering

questions though

I killed my parents

and love them after

fishbots with fake blood

swimming in my eyes

dissolving systems

pathological traps

hands are ATMs of dadaist

gestures

my stupid-phone is drinking

the violet milk of

sunsets

then a two headed bird

rests upon my digital hippocampus

in odious delight