Holy monster WATER LILY you are the reliquary You hold the hopes of us now we face end times And pray to you namaste, tattoo you on arses When you are the butthole that hots up and traps us Changes at night while we rollick inside you The gigantic illustrious one bred at Kew That got […]
Innovation Nation
1. HI Hi, I’m a new self-driving car. I drove all the way to this poem. I love this poem b/c I ♥ collaborative spaces where team members can work in teams to innovate and discover applications. Hi, is it done yet? Can I touch it? I pray for the poem to get bigger & discover […]
Dorothy
Together we can rewrite that day they took you, faster than any twister we’ve seen. Kansas grass and four walls that are more alive than us, but it’s the perfect background for a #selfie, chola transplant, dark lipstick & slicked back hair. We are in the midst of a prairie, Dorothy, and this is almost […]
Thinking About the Bronx
“Holy Bronx” —Ginsberg Even this Galleria Mall bland, January calm, winter comes in flat as paint drying, good paint, the fountains in fake forestry cover burbling, round pennies on square tiles in the basins, the whole of the non-city freeze shimmers on down through skylights. Even the rain taught a lot of headspace, and that […]
“There’s a dot…”
There’s a dot of gasoline in each of our eyes a rainbow that flickers when we open them to the light the dead see out of time & it falls across this page this throb no moment can hold the end of open
Projections
PROJECTION 1 I evoke a tied tongue. I am some kind of sexual assassin carrying bombs. I know how to use knives and harbor an array of them in my night table. I have thick hair, strands strong enough to choke with. I’m kind of feral sexy but it’s not about the looks. PROJECTION 2 […]
from Veronica, A Lamentation…
Someone Matching Your Description you wake me up, Veronica to escort you to the door to the unknown I am slapped awake and paperless; my eyeglasses abandoned on the ledge startled a tongue triggered dry staring into eyes emptied of the exact shape of mercy. they are ice. you, Veronica, are beside yourself your face […]
Stichomythic Sonnet
Diego Velázquez: Suppose I put myself in all the portraits with horses Frida Kahlo: Suppose you put monkeys on horses Velázquez: Suppose I visit your land of pyramids and tombs Kahlo: Suppose the paintings on the wall of Las Meninas are of Aztec warriors Velázquez: Suppose the painting I am painting in Las Meninas is […]
Portrait of a Spanish Mexican Maid
Knock, knock, Velázquez. Can I come in? I’m standing behind the man at the door. On the threshold wearing my mantilla and cotton peasant dress. Will you put me in the painting with the rest? I’d like to warm my skeleton hands in the heat of Las Meninas. It’s so brown in here I might […]
The Visiting Doctor
This afternoon about half past four I was sitting at my desk when somebody knocked on my door. I got up to answer it when my leg crumbled beneath me. I tried to stand, but it was as if my one leg were made of silly putty. Finally, with the help of the arms of […]
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