Scuttled poem—
was called “Golf Cart”
Something about
Golf Cart Stage
Imperialism
ditched
in a pond.
Poem kicked off with
the cringe quatrain:
“All aboard!
here we go—
uh, little bit of a
puddle, here”
Poem
Genre: Poetry
Atlanta, USA
This is what it looks like. To be moving in
every direction at once.
Punching through July heat
I must have lost my keys. Kicked in the door
and locked it behind me. Another
Mahogany
for Derek Walcott
Old friend, I admit I do not know what the light
was like on your island, when, listening to the sea’s
murmur, you read dreams and visions
into your body; these alien myths doing
the
had my grandfather been an ex-guerrilla
of the Malayan Communist Party
1.
To get rid of acne, apply a pea-sized amount to your face,
rub, then rinse.
For you, the pus was pea-sized:
its white-yellow or yellow-brown
De Quincey’s Botany
Delusional Epitaphs
MABEL
Here lies Mabel on the moon.
Daughter, sister, victim, and work of art:
may her milk poetics make the fangs
of the universe fall out forever
My Hematologist Listens to My Love Songs
As he daintily places the stethoscope on my skin.
First the heart, my left bundle branch block(ed) heart
where no electricity has seen the light of day.
His breath is fig-marmalade sweet.
Winterberries
I’m sorry says the doctor with his finger inside me. I’m sorry says my shimmering body. Green penny. Sunlit fish. The lights gallop inside from wherever they went. The only way forward is through. And the only …
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after Brigit Pegeen Kelly
The eye was open, and wide, and writhed in a wretched way,
Not as a marble would roll out of a child’s hand, no, it writhed
Like a worm would away from its halved self.
Poetry
Symbolon; Balaklava; Album amicorum; & Devotional Image and Eating-Paper, translated from the German by Monika Cassel
Devotional Image and Eating-Paper
My prettiest dress will one day
be worn by another my hip would then be
as her husband would tell her just a
little curve in the mirror legs under
silk he says do
