I am Instagramming my lies from a Gigantic Bloom.
Hot sunny days must be nice to put my feet in Shotpouch Creek.
Does the square root of a watermelon explain in Japanese everything
I need to know about whatever is going on with me?
I have not had a subtle thought
since I was too young to
do anything about it
Medicated survivors of Katrina somnambulated New Orleans –
internal displace.
Shot in the hand and knee at Columbine High School, the boy dies
a man today, 20 years later: “I was medicated
on a variety of substances that were intended to sedate and to relieve
pain.”
The tour guide told me of his own space oddity by the tomb of Marie Laveau.
Jacob of Tepenecz
was an original doctor feelgood on the European circuit.
The Voynich Manuscript is scribed in
Proto-Romance, an unwritten language thought lost
to have died with its last speaker. Thoughts
that have died. Thoughts that die
with the last speaker.
The mob is with me lost in the thought of death and The Cow.
I am being mobbed by random thoughts.
A mob hit by organ failure. Tandem
dying breaths on
the fourth of July in 1826. “Thomas Jefferson survives” singing
since February in 2015
as a supporting character in Hamilton by
Lin-Manuel Miranda.
Nicholas Karavatos is an assistant professor of poetics at the Arab American University of Palestine-Jenin in the West Bank. He was a U.S. Ambassador’s Distinguished Scholar to Ethiopia in 2018 at Bahir Dar University, and from 2006 through 2017, an assistant professor of creative writing at the American University of Sharjah in the United Arab Emirates. He is a graduate of Humboldt State University in Arcata and New College of California in San Francisco.
