BLACK MASS
This chant worms into my ear, telling me when I can what I can’t. Bagpipes – far off in some dark church – purr like a quake about to start. Brings to mind the nursery; takes me down the cul-de-sac of Memory Loop; rhymes my ass with the Holy Mass. Lord have commerce with thy…
Fifty Gorillas
There were fifty Gorillas in the jungle and we had to catch them. The Gorillas killed little boys and little girls and women and men and old men and old women. When the Gorillas needed food the Gorillas killed horses and goats and dogs. The Gorillas were always hungry and always killing. …
There is no death only renewal
Oleaginous his curiosity The rhizome that grows, stretching out, seeking, Until that is the earth that feeds it, sustains it, houses it, Is flooded, And then the ineluctable rot swells with alacrity, black mush, And then it ends, Not even matter, It’s dissipation, It’s nothing, And what is she as she goes through one metamorphosis…
drinking alone in the daytime
you stop looking at the clock on the wall above the bar you stop checking your wristwatch you don’t even mind the man sitting next to you being all touchy you don’t concern yourself with the root-like-fingers entering the cervices it doesn’t bother you that he smells of masturbation and that he could be called…
Rope
The rope was slung over Alan’s shoulder. We thought the rope was connected to Alan’s coat. When Alan and his wife left, we talked about the rope. There was a lot of confusion. Those still believing in the jacket theory mocked Alan for his silliness. What an outré coat! The mocking transitioned to Alan’s bald…
I refute the accusation
this is a dream I think stepping on the bus leaving behind the city fug and futility and I could cry being so fatigued being so I fumble for my bus fare – count a few coins and flick through a few notes – on the bus, which I believe will take me home, I…
Mr. Hate’s voice
Mr. Hate’s voice has buggered off, done one, is now on the lam. You’ll not see it but bychrist you’ll hear it. He can’t find it anywhere. It’s dun a bunk, pissed off, is now on the run. He looks around the bedroom. Nothing. His feet slip into cold slippers. Here is joy. Not joy.…
AVAILING HEART
Looking directlyinto availablehumanityI don’t.Not here,not there,I don’tnot know why,I don’t.Fear to see,fear of mirrors;mirroredmirror vertigo?Yes,I don’tnot know whyI don’t.But for you,availingheart, I dodirectly;and fear no mirrorI transformed into us. Gary Minkler
DARKNESS LIGHT
Dad didn’t teach me shit. Except how to wipe my ass, how to throw a rock, drive a nail and tell a phillips from that other kind of screw. Dad prized his couple dozen lp’s of symphonies, symphonic poems, opera picks. On the leadup to his nightly soak, he would shake the house with –…
Honeymoon in Berlin 1987
Spores dance like fireflies, motes of dust burn like magnesium in water, our lungs sweat, our limbs liquify. We shouldn’t touch but carom. When we do we adhere painfully. Then we must divorce like velcro. The skin tears/ me on her / her on me. I can’t keep my hands off her, if I’m not…
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