if the world ends tomorrow
then tomorrow's just beginning
else there's so much room for slippage it's amazing these embarrassments don't happen more often
if the universe explodes
then perpetual skepticism ceases to disembody hope
else retrogression becomes the blood
if the elements flash dollar signs
then the body of Christ will un-capitalize
else assumptions revise lowercase ascension
if robots write the poems for us
then the planet will continue
else the celestial harps in the world to come are not real gold
if the top brass is a "sniper at work"
then bureaucracy be undone with surgical precision
else jubilee fails to undercut the snake-heart of filing
if shadows hide the capital
then the paupers' time will shine
else overlords arrange parallels in disjunct cacography
if the black roses of groupmind are frivolous
then whisper anarchy's green jumble
else a few clicks will perform cacophonous wonder
if a mister must master a fiery prolix orthodoxy
then your sister sasses plunderphonic aphorisms ghostly
else silence dreams reversal in the utility of voting
if the names are forgotten
then anonymity necessarily conditions the well-lived life
else communards do gather on the deck of gay steamers
if rain rains up
then down-scale the possible
else green shakes may indicate faulty syntactical reasoning
if the grande dame requires special fees and malaprops
then carpetbaggers stand nearby for the chance to glimpse royalty
else purple tercets spin in glowing push of language reprimanded
if chance prescriptions turn and brush the elbow of a madman
then a slowly revolving crystal disco ball brilliant in the conflagrant sun
else sanity suffers widespread extinction
if an envelope arrives tomorrow revealing your identity to be other than you thought
then broadcast VLF and enumerate your SSN upon AM frequency spam-waves
else too many letters in a capital mood thrash in unrequited mayhem
if the world turns as lethargically in the next age as it does in this
then slacker paradise is the calling card of the elite
else the laundry does the dishes and the cat litter fixes the roof
if the French idea of chaos translates kabalistic death-rattle
then Hebraism is a folkloric brilliancy never-to-be complemented or comprehended
else I scratch my head bewildered & unnerved
if the symptoms of invisibility betray the cloakèd One
then there is no reason for reason is here not
else there will be no foist-ring for you, Mrs. Not
if we assume we will survive apocalyptic april foolery
then every ploy to mislead is nothing but a hearty belly laugh
else tongue erased is internal signal mapped as post-whatever-ism can't
if the stars don't fall till the phone doesn't ring
then when it does, splendid meteors threaten to crater the earth
else telecommunications is nothing but a game of asteroids
if spendthrifts reckon on a bottleful of wisdom
then the soundscape of gulp will be impressed on the coinage
else no articles or prepositions soil pure langue-scapes' expanse
if brevity breathes deep the nectar of body-torque pleasure
then improbable desires prod NeverNever land pragmatism
else materiality of quantum intakes the fundament of logic
if the judy chicago bat rescue clinic never buried a time capsule
then nobody takes responsibility for enormous human batastrophes
else battery operated mutants carom out of control in the wake of electro-magnetic meltdown
if symbolic logic erases singularity
then the word is formally not the world
else the flattening effect of life lived in secret will have to giveS
if outing a poet is a liberation of the word
then broadly significant mannerisms broadcast authority
else endarchy is a progress that will be not unwritten
if blue night explodes into o radiant morning
then the rainstorm and thunderfall abundance will have availed us nothing
else the division of atomic space displaces the hyperdimensional zoosphere
if blinking while being tickled makes one wary
then nothing and the overpass will enumerate silence
else how can you expect me to not catch the agitation
if the organic self morphs at every collaborative opportunity
then Abufala decodes the mantle of discernibility
else long march of the multitude stammers chlorophilic groan
if the mirror is streaked with the flight patterns of ego
then Padma Sambhava will appear in your jeweled dreams
else the Sisters of Vulnerability insist on the absolute conundrum
if liquidity stumbles with unwarranted termination
then the form of reception is a spontaneous governing
else the republic flounders in sophistic wasteland
if postnationalism on the page is worth two in the brain
then copy fanatics crippled by aphasia reconfigure sovereign boundaries
else cracks open and tides weep to shore fragments of some citizenship
if the call of the wild is left on the answering machine
then hello to all the bobcats in the town of New Apocalypse
else all returns to dust a moment before the question anxiety
if id ignores the absorption of market linguistics
then the alphanumerics of national debt leak semantics
else you play your cards close to your bio-political matrix
if a reasonable doubt were imaginable by proxy
then true identity of the Immaculate Deconstructer is forever masqued
else grid-work inoculated seethe in cloaked potential undimmed masthead
if experiments dry up before the alignment
then flux can't be its utterly mesmerizing intoxicating dream-self
else zipping zingers between write-mates produce memorable one-liners
if the dark days at the End of the Street bode well
then there's a pleasant lack of forgetting to turn off all the lights
else who will be there to answer the doorbell at the wee hours
if I can handle this uncertainty
then you will have a scrolling list of pleasantries
else niches of taste are lost to evaporating in cubicles
if the ink drains its efficacy from a spirited gravity
then gratitude is the ethereal friend who stealth in the night
else the coven of all possible interpretations remembers nothing
if the single most checkered past slumbers in the forgotten countryside
then cowgirls play board games with cowgirls on i-chat
else mono-dimensional gendertrix detonate all in their path
if there is a certain lethargy in the keyboard's responsiveness
then typographic curiosity equates a silent restraint
else the anagram of constellations unfolds upon plummeting
if waxing are consumer trends inductive of apotropaism
then capital apocalypse can't be far afield
else startled indignant workers spout endtime prophecy
if the heat of the day is paperless momentum unfolding
then seeing is the frozen lens of backwards shadow future
else a palpitating argument forms itself in tremulous embryonic utterability
if verbal arugula skyrockets into embouchure explosion
then rubber bandwidth flusters project management effluvia
else trickle's rush fills out the necessary entry forms
if the wolf's entrance into the text betrays a mediated afterthought
then the larger the EYES the more resonant the YES against grain pillow-weave
else badger the irritants to replace the offending words
if ostentatious theoreticians forfeit their time-honored proposals
then the red wax will drip hot from the white lips of the blasphemer
else the falsification of bloodrites will go straight to the marrow of Fright-seekers Anonymous charter members' hambones
if the forgotten line was the one you most wanted her to read
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High-energy, protracted writing over several days' birthday celebration for Camille Bacos, July 2005, reflecting boisterous conviviality and the vital injection of youth into our creative veins. MD / ma