
Effective horror
who mourned
men armed
with hours
secure provisions
us against the word: their inevitable cancer candy coats crap out sum syllables you can say it famous like as all writing's rich sequence the author assumes, and it may cure how many woman at this point is manipulation, no one can say it better—you and the mfa applications. please the stream is bone deep and cold and i find if i despise statistics the possible opens its purse strings on this political order and so many woman in this malignant poem switch off friends. o, it may cure how many smashed heineken bottles. feet ache in the water. please share our words, though they are short of many smashed pleasures.
“Blow up your life / Attune your senses”
— Carolee Schneemann
a cry a lunge maybe
the man’s raw unconsidered hand
doesn’t take authority over the woman’s
nude dross to the movie critic
up the mountain he bruises the woman
hides what she mustn’t take
authority over his nudity
she is shyte just to be available
man achieves or archives
the artist nonethelesses her yawp
bogart describing how he saw a woman
any woman the critic hides in the critic
he doesn’t take authority
over depiction of her with his raw unconsidered
shyte attention as a child’s interlude waning
the female identity shyte attention
although she had secreted the container
of her authority into her own deep depiction
brandishes it over her brain the critic cringes a cry
although she secrets through the chuff lunges
hogwash interludes the female ready to fall
interludes the male that shrunk pill to be
Sources:
I sit in bed beside you, shearing,
Heating pad set to medium;
You say I couldn’t handle more.
You’re looking for work.
I’m reading about poets in
Monochrome.
Meanwhile, your fingers ricochet
Like ants across the keyboard;
Pfizer has some jobs in La Jolla.
I don’t want to reach over and fuck you
Nor use my teeth to puncture your pliant neck,
How glorious to be at peace
Despite all the canned blue passion
Radiating my brain, our out-there gray
Lives, like the promise of snow.
Pain always produces logic, which is
very bad for you. That’s not my line
But it’s a good one and applies here;
Women are bred for pain, they’ve got it
In them. The trick is to realize not everyone
You think is a woman is, my friend. It is dark
Now. The weather report predicts snow overnight
And it is rare the weather report is wrong
Anymore. Four to six inches. This poem
Is about fucking. Or not fucking. Or refusing
To write in bedclothes
with blood.
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men stand at car windows
knock on car windows
crystal stemware
in the lonely gardens of
masculinity crystal
stemware knocking watch
mediterranean men
stand watch stand
in the lonely
gardens
of skinny
mediterranean
men standing off
fingers off
antique replicas of skinny offers
skinny mediterranean
men stand at the skinny windshield
crystal stemware knock on car windows
crystal stemware knock
car windows and windshields
crystal stem knock car windows
crystal knock in car windows
crystal stemware knock the car
wind whip the window
crystals stemware
knocking
fingers
off antique
replicas of
masculinity
mediterranean
men men men
standing watch
in
the lonely
gardens
of skinny
mediterranean standards at car windows
dirty crystal
stemware knock
car
windows into begging
crystal
crystal
stemware knock knock
crystal car windows
crystal stemware
watch
in the lonely gardens of skinny
mediterranean men standing
fingers
off antique replicas of masculinity
poems?
his vicious
iron
hammer
bursting
watch
in the lonely gardens of
masculinity
his
vicious
iron hammer bursting car
windows
crystal
stemware knocking
watching
in the
lonely garden
i meant to say something about light i raze light not your light and not artificial light what of the artificial then? an ungainly freudian monolith gargantuan simple fleshy constructed of shit found in the tv street about light input output welding welded expository writing damaged categoricals empathy but there's always a corollary-but with men who lick their long waisted fingers clean of light let's not talk of chivalry or boyhood manhood let's don't mention one's compensation for time lost while mistakenly incarcerated me daffodil lazy under laundered blanket you baseless and imaginary i meant to say something to you about lightness in chaos clutter razes light not your lightness aloof a poof proof of what makes one the fleet-footed slave of truth i meant to say something outloud but i sank into the ocean to you with the rowers and singing maidens and maidenchasers and the mist which unnoticed by anyone not me unmoored flares eternal guides the way home
Source: Berrigan, Ted. “Words for Love.” An Anthology of New York Poets, edited by Ron Padgett and David Shapiro. Random House, New York, 1970, p. 61.
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