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