10

10

obese
robust
psychothera
bulging behind desk
delaying time questionnaires

there’s a man in my phone
calling from artery

“your phone is working well.”
pay forty two fifty

fat psychotherapadre is resisting
he wants to fuck me

“next session, i promise.”
gentle family man smile nod

backseat of psychotherapa car
his secretary kneels with me

she is wiping rear windowpane
with a sexualised garment

she promises me, “your phone borders are working fine.”

i don’t know who drives me home in limousine

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

09

09

‘we’ are called ‘moon time’
investigating loss of tespu

‘amsterdamm’
fruit piece
bus stand
boiling water
central cake

‘wonderfirst bride’
wet clay and rash on youth lips

‘surge’, the star searcher
multiple heads in multiple sky

scared ‘Diama’
fuckbait of protomind
lover of ligature literature

‘quarter past six’
research/development
hider led and knower

I am ‘Somar’
starver upon poignant lands
loyal sentinel

we emerge in perpetual blue evening
military industrial complex

snow rain ruined
evidence and blood signs of tespu

#irvingpaulpereira #99tespus

 

08

08

 

plop plop returns as tespus green jello medicine pet

 

plop plop is the blob’s way to the future

 

plop plop is pretty magazine cut outs stuck together

 

plop plop is raining the fish on veal day

 

plop plop is nine articulate midgets armed with chopsticks

 

plop plop is a pop up on porn hub

 

plop plop is paranormal gum on vestments of nun

 

plop plop is ancient stimuli, worshipped from outer space

 

plop plop, the fleshy pyramid, psychopomp for strange kings

 

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

 

theme song of plop plop

07

 

07

een, the short
green man
has turned away
nightly

hordes of women
unable to escape
low gothic television

in cluttered hall
confused uncle
straightens his white shirt

grieving woman dancing
grieving woman dazed
given flaming sword

there is lightning in the vortex
possessions, forced loss

there are moving gravity wells
people vanishing without trace

streets are full of vague fog and disco lights

the woman has run away with the man’s money

the magician moves with the central node of chaos

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

06

hold on Tespu
as your arm
turns concrete grey

 

as your skin
changes opacity
making clear your veins

 

poison of opon
vanishes you
turning organs to pianos

 

after cigarette
your first body boards
the overnight bus

 

during winter
your second body
is found in forest

 

opon will pose you
like a great butoh god

 

your third body borrows
the spidral form of opon

 

whore streets
more void than black
wails your name

 

Opon, chosen bringer
your horse headed ride to
AfterVolton

 

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

05

05

 

clone of pine tree
clone of afternoon
birdless, windless

 

twin women in hall
pink noise and savage angel

 

twin women on sofa
one has cut her hair

 

twin women under sheets
one of them is pregnant

 

clone of women
clone of orifice
one per limb

 

the hall is a tower
nadir blinded by sunlight

 

clone of sun
clone of milky way
rainless, starless

 

twin women in bedroom
one stands
one sits
silence

 

eight cloned women
trance like, circling
slowly touching furniture

 

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

04

04

I am food
for Tespu’s God
floating on ponds

I am dunes
for Tespu’s desert
full of mirages

tight little thongs
for the sex kittens of tespu

sweet sacrament smoke
for the shaman minds of tespu

square opioid patch
for the scarlet pain of tespu

dream of strangers
in the night zone of tespu

score of drones
for the fever films of tespu

broken black nails
on the chalkboard screech of tespu

clarion trumpet blast
for the final war for tespu

 

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

 

03

03

the family party
or wedding
or holiday in sepia

we share a nostalgic street
various formations of aunties

sister must trigger
a bomb from a cell phone

turning church of white glass
to orange mushroom cloud

the phone cannot connect
there is a street parade

through evening lit house
madre and aunties are ghosts

through upstairs cot room
running dog and cake scents

the bomb won’t trigger
open batt case, check phone

the phone is armed
the phone is the bomb

 

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

02

02

X is the distance
to tespu regardless of Y

three be the ecstasy of tespu
disregarding the five

five nights to weave tespu
into leopard skin wall

veil of gold
strangling tespu
in the silver carpark

flash fire near
the trash bin pillar of tespu

Amelia blue in the
nuclear clock heart of tespu

there’s salvation for tespu
a warm muzzle for tespu

a kennel each
for the dog brides of tespu

a warm tub each
for the octopis of tespu

#99tespus #irvingpaulpereira

01

99 Tespus sitting on a wall for 
99 nights
9 words/stanza
9 stanzas
99 poems
99 days

#99tespus

01

invisible
creatures again
off radar
terribles
retreat to steeple

 

predators scourging highways
stalking, dangling from
shadow heaven wound

 

modify armoured vehicles
attach swivel chairs
to side mirrors

 

battalions disappearing
in the early nights of the invasion

 

useless warcrafts
failed ammo
blind flame throwing
pointless bomb

 

by lightningael ov
electrol Yahweh
currents crackle in bloodpaths

 

central nervous system
W E A P O N I S E D
fire pulselight from sweating palms

 

techno bodies aimed at fleeting targets
outburst electromagnetic force

 

the more invaders we destroy
the more becomes unknown

 

#99tespu #irvingpaulpereira