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