[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]

emagdalena kabat

emagdalena kabat is a 130-year-old poet and former personal trainer who enjoys spiderwatching, snakes and ladders and duck herding. She is pious and anarchist, but can also be very joyous and a bit ironic.

She is babylonian who defines herself as gay. She has a post-graduate degree in sports science. She is allergic to turtle eggs. She is obsessed with donald trump and marx.

Physically, emagdalena is in pretty good shape. she is average-height with bronze skin, copper hair and blue eyes. she has one or two distinguishing features including a mole on the end of her nose, buck teeth and a tattoo of athanasius kircher on her left shoulder.

She grew up in a working class neighbourhood. After her father died when she was young, she was raised by her mother – a magenta flamingo.

She is currently single. her most recent romance was with a woman called blake myrtle howe, who was the same age as her. blake died in 2002.The papers reported the cause of death: ‘infection with surrealism’

emagdalena has four children with late girlfriend dasmine jevill: deadillon aged 88, lillith aged 89, Betty aged 92 and Christy aged 95.

she wrote 1245 poetry books, some best sellers : god for dummies reloaded, the puppet wife of alchemy, the caves with schizophrenia. the poem WARNING: Trains may be hiding trains! was published in her 994th book

unless you squint very hard indeed .

WARNING: Trains may be hiding trains!

the bombardment of pseudo-realities begins to produce inauthentic humans very quickly, spurious humans …

the so-called I

is a wave hidden in a plastic bag

the so called I fears of ubiquitous surveillance

Slowly the mind darkens from thoughts

into an instantstory

When that grows deeper

dies as a ubu-persistance

the dirt is so clean

inside

a dreamstate logic

reveals the non contradictory absurdIty of a

flower

that, as the brain does,

is trying to reduce surprise

you the robot

you are the other me(me)

you the very mind

of the moon

you the mirror of a mirror:

trains maybe be hiding trains!:

future is not what it used to be