The arctic siamese oedipal twins couple Cole & Tina love to write binaural poems with middle-sized lipsticks on Ikea catalogs. During their career as Manichean artists, they allowed few details of their early life or family background to be known to the public. they even refused to acknowledge that they ever had a name. their father was an ironic electrician named herbison gasdrax and after the birth of the twins, he welded them together with a Russian welding machine – the trotzki feather.

my gender is quantum (MUPoetry Press, 2017) is the latest book published by hazard in a November afternoon after ingesting some dried ink from an old notebook that belongs to their witch grandmother, a well-known tarot and decaf coffee reader.

As we take a brief look at cole & tina poetry one could find transgressive poems like this I am the verso/ of lobotomy/ paralytic culture/stuffed with vodka and Xanax/this beautiful corpse/of hesitation/purged by a random/cow/called/medusa. (threesome trisomic fuck metaphysics! post dadaist hobby) . Another poem oh no! I had to pee on a ghost last night after the escaping matrix. it speaks about how people survived depression and the suffering of missing depressive thoughts. as hungry as a suicide note / my laundry worships the stains/ It could have eaten me / as I walked through / the streets of motherboard/ Pac man for philosophers/ let me be as inclusive as a white black hole/ policore / pubic shores of Mexico/ a fleeting resentment/for the next life/ when they will accomplish nihilism .

say hello to this

blind octopus

its mind fills in the blanks

It creates everything around

the table the chair the window

the sun the fast-food the streets

they are all in its mind

if I change the meaning of words

so-called reality will follow

shit does happen so often

it takes a lot of furies to be kind

filth is my religion

there are no gods in here

but some creepy paper liver

I cannot choose which story

fits with this unstoppable

melancholia

of funny funeral stores

and beauty saloons

here take this dark burger

for your holy gluttony

you love your meat

for the sake of synesthesia

drink your tears get drunk

you filthy raccoon

disguised as a petunia

I can feel the perpetual softness

of my glossolalia –

poetry of doom

like

the impotent luxury of

a good memory

I am craving for emotions

at the bottom of the ocean

sometimes

all hell is breaking loose

also drinking magenta sperm

from a Klein bottle

to understand

bottomology

my gender

is quantum

I deceived my

ancestors

with my cyberness

my death is

a lovely animal

walking

through my

laughs