Scattered Resistance v2: Inversion Promised

By Wetdryvac

Scattered Resistance v2 - Inversion Promised is poetry from the Wetdryvac, from 1991. Reflective and often grim, it addresses themes of suicide and recovery, face presentation, and cats as a system of stability.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wetdryvac
• Release date: Dec 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311917317

Wetdryvac

Wetdryvac: A non-gendered mechanical contrivance designed specifically for interactions with humans driven by preconception, with the thus-far successful goal of rendering such preconceptions wompsie-sideways. Currently operating out of New England, wetdryvac.net, and similarly friendly locales.

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This is a work of fiction. All events and characters portrayed in this book are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Scattered Resistance v2 – Inversion Promised

Copyright © 2013 by Wetdryvac

Originally published in 2000 by Bladerate Productions

For this Smashwords edition, all rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

A VacHaus Press Book

Published by VacHaus Press through Smashwords

ISBN: 9781311917317

Published in the United States of America

VacHaus Press books by Wetdryvac

Scattered Resistance (v1-v7 collected)

Scattered Resistance v1 – Childhood Waning

Scattered Resistance v2 – Inversion Promised

Scattered Resistance v3 – Setting In

Scattered Resistance v4 – Settling In

Scattered Resistance v5 – Inluminal

Scattered Resistance v6 – Below the Thermocline

Scattered Resistance v7 – Revision Nation

Sequence for Drowning

Fallen Dogs

Thrall Kind

The Lists

Easthick

Weather Spirits

Stzar

January 7, 1991

drinking from a bottle

at the center of the table

is a person of the most exotic feeling

from the quotes about the muffins

I think it's bran that he puts in 'em

to the slightly folded napkin

in the myriad mental corridors

he's sane

but when he's home

how do we know

he does not thrash about

and sacrifice his pets with knives

dear Tim, you're most devout

this may seem vibrant fancy

a wild fleeting vision

of things that simply are not truly there

but I look again, and stop to think

I do not want to know

In the Aftermath

January 18, 1991

through the window, through the clouds

a spark of blue

every moment growing fainter

clouds of black, not white

obscure

on the highways

there are tires burning

from slagged cars

still littering the way

fireballs of hot red orange

memories to the sky

in the shelters

food runs low

but we cannot go outside

the air is bad, the water tainted

with the blood of our dead

and the poisons of man

by a farmhouse in the country

gutted cattle fill the fields

soldiers decked in masks for breathing

haul off