Translation
The window is a woman. The table is a woman. The sheets are women, all of them. The books are men. The wind is a man. The wind in the open window is like coitus, glorious fucking, and the city’s genitals are flapping labially under the big dick of the sky. Today, the sun has […]
Geosphere II
You sit in the coatroom checking and rechecking your phone while the dancing begins outside under globe lights. We arrived here together but only externally, which is why in dreams I wake cold, wanting to dance, planning the periphery of a garden laced with continual blooms produced in Denmark. I concede to the nesting texture […]
On Flight
Real pain is catharsis, as if to say, I don’t want to go running, I want to have sex with you. Now if you’re to stay, you said, put your hands here. But there are other rules. I have to taxi. I have to descend. My friend was listening to an instructional Hendrix song, which […]
Cupid in the White City
THE ROSE Cupid coughs and out comes a rose. The flower’s wrath digs a pocket of thorns in Cupid’s throat. He tries to speak but his voice box is filled With the flower’s hot breath which stirs up shiny demons So Cupid cries diamonds all afternoon. He goes to the shoreline and walks on ice […]
from The Musician
When the wind was a smell came across too green and he nearly tore me into feeling like chopping down a tree the sweet blood smell all over me I remember everything needless temptations to leave in a boat a tinted photograph of his wife but be careful you will fear the strange shoulders patched […]
When Friday is the Color Yellow
I kept reminding myself that this was my second chance, my rebirth so to speak. Only I was starting at the point where I could look after myself. I could choose what I was going to eat and could afford to buy luxury goods on the computer. There was no need to make friends, so […]
Artemis
I feel uneasy in the Flannery O’Connor forest, myrtle and poison ivy, oak flags twitch where they’re bound to the leaf mat, vaginal seam up a beech tree. Years ago, shots like pots and pans, belled hunting dogs behind me— the illusion of consensual combat, the beginning of a long breach that rooted deep and […]
Poem
Surrounded by massive snakes That can eat the world You’ll need something soon To make a drawing On gradual paper The roles are simple Remember to keep yourself red And to paint your room The same colour as the sun The space you inhabit Is not who you really are Jesus Christ loved peanut butter […]
Lacan’s Joker
The old man reads his dog-eared bible out loud, but at least it’s Luke. He didn’t shit himself; just sat in the mud, or what we’d like to call the Town Square. He says a couple of things we didn’t know: like how even if anyone comes to Him and does not like one’s pool, […]
