New Experimental Texts, by Adam Lehrer
I guess you could call them poems... I guess you could....
“The End, or?”
As history comes to an end
I look forward to the future
As history comes to an end
I look forward to the erasure or my past
We will wear the swastika with pride once more
Unburdened of the 20th Century
Francesca lamented her place in the inferno
As history comes to an end
She felt no guilt about the sex
How could there have been any sin?
We didn’t destroy a fucking thing, we’re blameless
Man is his appetite and he’ll eat and fuck
Unburdened of the 20th Century
Living in the ashes of a civilization
As history comes to an end
I feel blood rush towards my cock
Horny for annihilation
As darkness subsumes the earth, a flicker of light
Choronzon flickers in and out of vision
Unburdened of the 20th Century
He offers to murder what remains of your ego
As history comes to an end
The demon offers transcendence
You dance beneath a spotlight
Surrounded by pitch black, where the rest are blinded
Ecstasy, it feels so good to let it go
Unburdened of the 20th Century
No knowledge, no justice, no truth, no sex, no more drugs
As history comes to an end
Dead presidents and good riddance
Thousands of years brought us right here
Light makes the world and its forms visible, does it?
I can’t tell anymore, it’s too bright to look
Unburdened of the 20th Century
I welcome freedom in history’s dissolution
“Sam, Carl, Michael, Brigitte and Me”
Carl Panzram raped me in Fresno in ’22
I’ve never kept any cash on me since
I had to stay hidden in the funhouse
I’ve always been a victim, begging to be forgiven
Peckinpah and a fifth of cheap vodka, drunk, angry
Screaming orders through his big megaphone
How else to capture this depravity?
Self-immolating in a cubicle, shrieking “FREE ME”
After the rape, Carl and I played in a quartet
With Michael Hutchence and Brigitte Bardot
We’re autoerotically conjoined
Abusing decadurablin, staring into the void
His body is dead
Ashes in a vase
Yet he lives on
As propaganda……………………….
“Mental Bifurcation”
The bifurcation of MY mind
Material HER in reality
The digital HER in a fantasy
A dialectical misogyny
Anger is sexy on a young, drugged man
And I’M so close to being old, so old
Emma Sulkowicz believes in nothing
SHE has the scoliosis to prove it
MY beliefs, well… they’re nebulous at best
Scorn, rage, contempt, jealousy: that’s all real
Ejaculating MY will to power
Emptied and hallowed in a field of dreams
Illustration by Adam Lehrer
Nice work