japan
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‘The lingering summer heat is brutal isn’t it…’
Katsuhiro Otomo, Young Magazine, Oct. 3, 1983
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Confessional Poem
this worldsorryremains or humanitysun chops through bowlingthe six forty essential as a fax machinehere’s some good advicedemand luxembourg in the alley who knows his motivation?you simply hold all availablehands outward, palms up; six whistlesdoddering thrutropical depression her brunette historystoleof friendship as a friend places his twistederasedbottle durango — no one owning anything of a sugar…
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Simile on the Morning
cherry wave moves fastconsumes gas spark oxygen ignites momentary true tearsapartasphalt gives it all away for pennies on the dollar corpseof oak wave of pattern-makinggone now so maybeaerated biomassbound to steel screws i once loved as a lecturewell cared forwhite curator of white curators my hands in my filial head translationconcrete as total aesthetic lossas…
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Mating and Cuddle Settings
I want to callspecific attentionto the matingand cuddlesettings,becausethey result ina nearlyperfectbreedingsituation.
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Great Emotional Distress
from drinkher wifelaughs she breatheshard andthroat cracks in her sleepinglayers ofgreen magma rise upthrough her body herold girlfriend math the poemcan take a punchthrough green ice scream forattentionlike a snake withwings squeezing her neck why laugh now? thetrauma behind her backdid she rememberto brush her teeth with a knifeshe’s a small manand she assumes she…
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Double Freilicher
The ribbon around a bomb. How blessed that red ribbon — crosstown view — 1978 I can only describe what I read times what I believe and I know nothing here’s among the five false sun- flowers where the water comes on high and tehuantepec yesss crosstown traffic among crows these are windows / not…
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Everything You Expect
need nsa hookup great time with a great smile and personality i like to keep my kinky side a secret can you be special enough for me to share it with you i wish my father called me on my birthday no homo the best part is the little italicized spider at the end this…
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