1 poem from Occultations - staged corporeal improvisations - "distraction zones"

by david wolach

Distraction Zone Staging: written while being fed my writing–one hour of handwritten “confessional poetry”–as exploration of Appendix M of CIA Memorandum on use of food as tool for interrogation.

4. (forced feeding 1)

my at home ex

perience @ kitchen skin sink

—ing

thru w/ the teleo-vision he says

open

wide we need an enhanced sit

-uational under-

standing

blood-

sugar poeman introverted inverted milgram

ex-peri-mint

“Eat Up” “Eat Shit” “Shut Up” “Stand

Down”

wears a hogtied sauce

rouge, mouth the entire apparatus

a protrusion dug into, some bodys

looking for some things

a chocolate de clares: yr thru w/ And Now We Shall Fast-

-er engine work

—ing on come

—ing

a rhyth mea culpa Is

morsel code, my drums tap says-cant-think what-

ever comes, leeks

out

 

            (the un

                        willing mute)

 

whyle he

stuffs gas-o-

line

rag In whole hole

& says talk all ready, tell us what

You Want to Know

 

 

      (charitable giving surveys

 

               the eyes for signs of death’s witness this                                                           

                        intelligent gathering)

 

 

unfettered by intel over

site my personal MP calls

this inter-

course

a tasting of power

play plated, public shame

—ing

dines out-ed, can feel the hand

wipe

—ing the lips, so i refluxively bend

over