ALT 1 o perverted Creator do not abandon us now your bastard child chokes on a cataract of clickbait coalescing in your panoptical eye savors saccharine sorrows on thirsty thronging tongues clear-cuts the old growth for another belt-buster brewery for antacid recipes permacrete arteries and chemical honey sleeps dumbly on a pile of money on a private ranch in crawford chases its tail in tel aviv a howling halo of beatified bullets exit wound blooms upon ashen forehead a star and a moon spattered with blood with eye closed it knows only its innocence beheaded iridescent beetle brain burrows into the creeping sands of sinai

ALT 2 dreams in guttural chants in permafrost and fire saliva sticky with the hunt immortal stag struck by the painter's crude arrow scrawled on uterine blankness in the depths of lascaux paranoiacs fidget wickedly in all corners babble cryptic ironies scribble baffling manifestos terminals for a trillion anxieties a desperate web of disparate egos each stranded by a delusional i ... am accustomed to gargling gasoline and vomiting rhetoric unceremoniously the cavity in my belly groans with allegations and suicide i peruse the precinct returns from my NYC penthouse i robbed peter to pay for those populist platitudes (i write these lines in icy night drizzle under a sunken balcony, east texas) i grow ancient and twisted before myself my bloated body erupts in spasms of maggots gorging on each other to the glory of impotent gods

ALT 3 i bombard myself with microwaves i sing paeans to pale ales to muscular machines and surgical war i cauterize my wounds with lava i belch dunes of ash to blanket my charred remains i am a milky blue lens careening through a crack in the inky void (hark the beating of this hideous heart!) i am thrashing in time's undertow a fat plutocrat parades in his birthday suit beaming amid the bunting confetti screams of moon-eyed housewives shell-shocked war heroes muzzled beneath the roar of dumb applause incomprehensible jabbering my 8,000,000,000 tongues the carnal nightmare of history the heavy burden of power … mothers and children trapped in poverty rusted-out factories tombstones across the landscape our young and beautiful deprived crime and gangs and drugs

ALT 4 too many lives this carnage stops now ... but the hour grows late I yearn to chew my own flesh a furious furnace churns within these aching bowels uhhh deadbeat atomic clockmaker your last atom decays our beloved cities blaze 24/7 against a wilderness in recoil your miraculous conception split open this ripe universe is eating down to the center star