Saturday, May 09, 2020

This Virus Conforms

Jean-Jacques Lequeu, “He is Free”
These wandered edges
Well safe as far as it goes
In a world made sterile by the rigors of control
And these boundaries to conform

These battered corridors
Well maintained as far as I know
In a world made clean by the rigors of mediocrity
And these boundaries to conform

These cluttered corners
Well kept as far as I neglect to see
In a world patrolled by the rigors of culture
And these boundaries to conform

These deserted dormitories
Empty of disease as far as I know
In a world immune to the rigors of deception
And the boundaries to conform

These desiccated bodies
Vacated by intellect unwilling to see
A world fucked over by the rigors of want
Patrol the boundaries to conform

Friday, May 01, 2020

Rise!


Friday, April 24, 2020

Head

Fountains of Youth ~ Donato Giancola

My head on a stick
Wood
Removed
To be hidden and
With time
To become
A pincushion pierced with visions
Formed by the shards of broken mirrors

Saturday, April 18, 2020

Deadly

Carlos Barria

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Pisces Iscariot’s 58th Dream

Michal Klimczak

Locked in a literary struggle
Wrestling with an angel
He says
“Pynchon or Anna Kavan?”
As if a page torn from a novel
Could be crucified on the easel of the half-awake
And this biological crumbling
This early onset
Knee deep in the river of mumbling dream time
“I played this one for your mother”
He said
“She said it was very beautiful”
“Why don’t you marry her then?” tone hostile and hurt
“Maybe I will”