“I swallowed a gollup of poison.”
-A. Rimbaud
-A. Rimbaud
I.
Forgive my old-fashioned meat mask
My unbearable eyes staring without focus
My rocking back-and-forth
in the air for a voice
Forgive the air
reeking of me
and time wasted:
My collection of shame poses
My empty bone walls
My hearty composition
Lungs stuck in exhale
Forgive my old-fashioned meat mask
My unbearable eyes staring without focus
My rocking back-and-forth
in the air for a voice
Forgive the air
reeking of me
and time wasted:
My collection of shame poses
My empty bone walls
My hearty composition
Lungs stuck in exhale
II.
once there was a room where
everything was mangled true
go on now sweet girl sweet girl
whispered the evil grandmother villain
and press against my hot scalpel tongue
III.
O sordid dream I write
to you
from the potato-peel factory
This lazy carving job
called Beauty
This slashed throat agony
called Reality
People’s voices have begun
to peel my flesh
fill it with the stench
for profit
The glossy salvation goo
Do it they say do it do it
Do it for the spirit gum machine!
IV
to hold you once more
shell-shocked and torn
as the trains come and go
V.
I wanted to be open
but couldn't
so I opened the window
The window was open and I
looked out and saw America
He was burning
his body for the scream
...
Dear America, you looked so
beautiful then
but I didn’t know what to say
so I said nothing
...
Dear America, I wait expectantly
with my mouth open
My mouth open reading-pose
for you
Only you
America
Tell me you love me
Tell me you want me more than Capitalism
...
Dear America, I don't want you
to reject me
on the basis of my split tongue
My exaggerated ribcage
My teenage jaw
My dead eyes longing
to hole your master load
..
Dear America, every time you kill your body
it flowers a new one
in my chapped mouth
...
Dear America,
Your deadness is dripping!
Your mass graves are leaking!
Your here but not here sincerity!
Your boredom like hot salvation
on my pink satin tongue!
...
now your screams have become
the new popular music
while my hands collide in the dark
looking for something
softer than themselves
...
Dear America, just one more thing,
I wanted to say
I’m here for you
and it’s OK
Let me funny-fuck you
with my sandwich mouth
My tender sandwich mouth
My laughing foreign sandwich hole
until you sunsets
for Poetry
VI.
Outside the coffee shop
the bodies had been laid out
unceremoniously
so fat with fluid and beautiful
I only wished I’d
brought more film
It was hard to think
of anything to talk about
I wanted to tell you
all the things I could be
but you were looking away
A woman rode by on a bicycle
A madman was yelling
“I am the potato king!
I am the potato king!”
once there was a room where
everything was mangled true
go on now sweet girl sweet girl
whispered the evil grandmother villain
and press against my hot scalpel tongue
III.
O sordid dream I write
to you
from the potato-peel factory
This lazy carving job
called Beauty
This slashed throat agony
called Reality
People’s voices have begun
to peel my flesh
fill it with the stench
for profit
The glossy salvation goo
Do it they say do it do it
Do it for the spirit gum machine!
IV
to hold you once more
shell-shocked and torn
as the trains come and go
V.
I wanted to be open
but couldn't
so I opened the window
The window was open and I
looked out and saw America
He was burning
his body for the scream
...
Dear America, you looked so
beautiful then
but I didn’t know what to say
so I said nothing
...
Dear America, I wait expectantly
with my mouth open
My mouth open reading-pose
for you
Only you
America
Tell me you love me
Tell me you want me more than Capitalism
...
Dear America, I don't want you
to reject me
on the basis of my split tongue
My exaggerated ribcage
My teenage jaw
My dead eyes longing
to hole your master load
..
Dear America, every time you kill your body
it flowers a new one
in my chapped mouth
...
Dear America,
Your deadness is dripping!
Your mass graves are leaking!
Your here but not here sincerity!
Your boredom like hot salvation
on my pink satin tongue!
...
now your screams have become
the new popular music
while my hands collide in the dark
looking for something
softer than themselves
...
Dear America, just one more thing,
I wanted to say
I’m here for you
and it’s OK
Let me funny-fuck you
with my sandwich mouth
My tender sandwich mouth
My laughing foreign sandwich hole
until you sunsets
for Poetry
VI.
Outside the coffee shop
the bodies had been laid out
unceremoniously
so fat with fluid and beautiful
I only wished I’d
brought more film
It was hard to think
of anything to talk about
I wanted to tell you
all the things I could be
but you were looking away
A woman rode by on a bicycle
A madman was yelling
“I am the potato king!
I am the potato king!”
