i envy yr indoor pool of kois yr antiquated bookcases old photos of yr great great great grandpapa—a national hero i think of the dull surface of my marble floor i envy yr old money petit palais yr within walking distance night market you just got back from a chauffeured trip to solotigo i thinkContinue reading “not going to the swann’s”
your current address in nagoya under a highway next to a hill’s hoist between a railroad track and a night market your heart wedged between a dove cot and a night spa your son your husband yoshiwara dreaming
I think I mite jez stay at the otel de france Enjoy the quality furniture Later perhaps Reconnoitre thru the cobbled streets Try not to step on zebu shit I put a lot of faith in quality leather shoes I put scant importance in order I can definitely taste urine in this soup
“I think poetry is a collective thing Considering where we live What people around us do What we do with people around us That tiny hint of thunder On a bright sunny day”
Tiny tits Square face Kimono arms Thick ankles Large nostrils Greasy hair Beauty the likes of which I will never taste
Odo reading today on Tante Sophie. Two years of clunking thru Jakarta’s potholed streets (one big one today on Gunawarman otw 2 work). Thx Tante you’ve been kind 2 me. Sorry I haven’t reciprocated. Bitch.
(A picture of a dairy cow blown to smithereens, the body parts forming the letter O in mid air. Jagged edge. Cartoon explosion like a spoke wheel.) A photo of children heads down on water spouts in a park in the 12eme arrondissement. A Pakistani kid with a water lily razor cut into his buzzContinue reading “L’eau de robinet”
semakin lambat membaca poèmes choisis of my oh men what’s wrong with the literature of developing cunt trees? terisak dia mendengar berita jiwanya klimis tanpa pomade talk less, do me it’s the dashboard directory of goodies that are the case whereof you cannot speak thereof you shan’t speak who says shan’t nowadays you wouldn’t myContinue reading “seruni alam nyata”
Can u hear the drums Fernando? They’re buried in the mix and no one can hear em cry Do u feel at all ashamed Fernando? The summer’s lost its grass and no one’s complaining Except u Fernando. There’s something in the sky at night And it’s not u Fernando.
I think I’ll just have the XOXO I know you love me fried rice Hasn’t got prawns in it has it I’m allergic to love