Xerox Over Manhattan by Shane Jesse Christmass
A young man on a radar screen. Sewerage from the storm drain. Makeshift refugee compounds. Dishwasher used as an ice box. The luncheon held on artificial grass. Television … late 1980s. Evangelical Christianity … herpes medication. Cocaine and ear canals. Game show contestants. A flavoured Buddhist with black patent shoes. Mass aneurisms. President Ricky reading statistical reports. Race conflicts and routine insults. Spider legs and an open mouth. Fresh towels on translucent skin. Ash-blonde curls in the rest room washbasin. War gases and fever organisms. Spiritual exercises on a warm night. President Ricky covered in a mild analgesic. Polaroids and secondhand watches. Silverware … glass ware … and fur stoles. Blood in the railyard. Pepsi-Cola manufactured by the War Department. Plus-sized cartoons and infographics. Sexual research and monthly repayments. Soiled stairwells in dissolving hotel rooms. Shapeless emotions in residential suburbs. Documents for interplanetary space civilization kept in a shoe box. Company constructs steel-like muscles. The athletic legs of office workers. Police paranoia concerning a hippie stronghold. An imminent car crash that involves President Ricky. Reflective eye sockets that contain retractable razor blades. Lice in long black hair. Warm vapours hanging from wide lips. Great fissures in the mountain ranges of North America. Shoe fetishism and flyscreen windows. The filthy hole of President Ricky.
Shane Jesse Christmass is the author of the novels, Yeezus In Furs (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2018), Napalm Recipe: Volume One (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2017), Police Force As A Corrupt Breeze (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2016) and Acid Shottas (The Ledatape Organisation, 2014). He was a member of the band Mattress Grave, and am currently a member in Snake Milker.