“Personifying my dustbin
I put large googly eyes on the lid
the size of coasters for a teapot,
with googly eyes,”
stated James proudly

“now that Mickey is public
I can totemize ‘im and
worship his bubbly effigy
without reprimand and Goofy’s eyes”

“on the dashboard of Desire,
my streetless car, with googly, yes, eyes.
We are the holy trinity
the manna, the sustenance, the rye”

“I belong to this machinery now
of prefab authenticity and eyes on the ball
drab togetherness, personalized efficiency
without growing pains of eccentricity”

James lauded
regurgitation as celebration
of anthropocentric application
of iteration, recursion without much
effort to skip to the upcoming version

in rows of mass drumbeats
matching outfits and synchronized battle cries
Sierpiński and Mandlbrot,
Droste: poor me a coco; together now!
Snowflake and Tree-branch, pour

names of his friends imagined
and brutal truths ripped
from first date theater tickets
on a no-nonsense shoulder:
“geradeaus ist einfach immer geradeaus”

down the gentle bird-green path green
adorned with children’s rhymes
and meticulously machined
sandpapered laughs and fingertip epistēmē

James is content now,
James is whole.

                     —animasuri’24