Stewart Lupton beat me up. Stewart Lupton slept on my floor. Stewart Lupton stole into my stories, penned pointed rejection slips. I stalked Stewart Lupton. Stewart Lupton was the pungent rock poet of our late western endtime.

I will hire the assassin just to
kill the time. One of these days
I will make this room mine.

It is a shit world.
But also, sometimes,
in the right light,
it is a shit world.

Dept. of Nude Jokes

Knock, knock.
Who's there?
Your adjunct employee.
Our what?
Justin?
Who?

From A Nation At 
Risk (1983)

We constructed a no
nonsense solution,
historically necessary,
great for profits, stake
holders, market dom
ination and
if you think about it,
straight out of our
God's mouth: UBM,
Universal Basic
Murder.

Who needs to trans
form history when
it works fucking per
fectly? Everything
else is just political,
dumb blubbering sounds,
red-faced reaching
babies

Nothing saves him who's never loved.
No world is safe in that one's keeping.

—Li-Young Lee, "The Undressing"
(wonderful book here)