Issue 12: Jal Nicholl
A continuously changing environment
requires a devil to cleave through its
porridge multi-coloured as god's
covenant (and then some) an open-ended sentence
going on and on like some “oral" instruction
manual writing itself ad hoc, up-
skilling in dental and pornographic
contexts—but this is how we move
forward as a team, strong, weak
and indigenous with knowledge and
experience of key issues relating to
administrative aspects of the same
or similar tasks performed like
a well-known song on a prime time talent show
The Platonic Idea of that particular individual
When you're a cab
driver you could be a cab driver 20 30 years
and after that you're still
...which is why the waxwork evokes
a feeling of horror...
unfortunate
to have taken the Mac Donald's
by the freeway for
a landmark because it reminds you of a dream
you had in which almost everything was
destroyed by fire
lit by the farmer
under his goat. Why, you ask?
Do the sums below
...and so it was left to me
to discover the secret...
to find out
the answer: So he could boil his billy
I use words in their dictionary meaning
smooth stones dropped into water
after being heated, to make soup
using the pivot table function
a chair, an artwork the "point" of which was like
the fakir's bed of nails: a trick
playing on religious credulity
at last the christmas break came along
marking the 4/4 time signature
and by telepathy
renewing the promise of an end to seasons
Jal Nicholl's poems are splattered all over the web like a viscous substance. He also writes horror stories.
