the kids don’t stand a chance, they’re all diplomats’ sons. walcott! i don’t even know who you are! go tell someone who kwassa kwassa! i stand corrected, the real poet between you two is certainly not you. one (blake’s got a new face), two (donne’s got a new conceit), three (herbert’s got a new wing),Continue reading “alukard weekend”
Category Archives: English
seether
slitheringunbreakableslow motoringtowardstheafterglow nevermindyournononono screamingtreesandafterpartyshows slitheringunbreakableslow rapturousunbankabledayglo nevermindmynononono motoringtowardsyourwowowowow
penultimate
Slugs of Benadryl DMP in an arctic mall I have forgotten you Arctic Monkeys Let me destroy you on the dance floor As Sophie Ellis-Bextor once didn’t say: you are not the rice Steamed carps and cars moving to and fro on submerged roads Trees fall with express approval from The Wind I would likeContinue reading “penultimate”
i wasn’t just here
plum blossoms in bloom frost on faces of crowd i was not just here
not going to the swann’s
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”
uwatenagé
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
Harmacy
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
Rehearsal
“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”
Composite
Tiny tits Square face Kimono arms Thick ankles Large nostrils Greasy hair Beauty the likes of which I will never taste
L’eau de robinet
(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”
Divagyrations 