Couplettes

The intimacy of the barber,
Blood-letter of the bladed age.

2

Goodyear welted
Blue-blood belted

4

Until the scourge upon the earth
Becomes the dirge within your bed

8

Alms for the poor
Palms at your door

32

The Sapphic urge plastered across the broadsheets
Laid under iambic kitty-litter.

256

Fronds. What a silly word
For a thing so serious as the footfall of Para-Brahma.

8,192

Fat-cat capitalists and champagne socialists
Shitting in the bed they’ve made. And. Lying. In. it.

2,097,152

Well, that escalated quickly!
Recursion’s a bitch, innit?


Joel Mitchell