Sunday, September 18, 2022

Treatise on Spit and Eternity


Owner of proper nouns

this body prefers the high horse

barefoot in a barrage of images

 

No stocking feet

no voice better than

a kiss against itself

 

Against the unity of representations

could this really be poetry’s plan

how to abolish itself

 

How to take that categorical imperative &

shove the value form

how to spit out the old master

 

Preoccupied before each bodily fault

drinking in each caress

Raised buttons

 

where muscles park

How to pronounce 

the marbleized swarm

 

Tracing gravestones

dead letters

astonished to be alive

 

Here to celebrate the broken hammer

lost in a cathedral of trees

carnivores in pursuit of a body to be divided

 

The bird beside me

as white collar primitives

picked me clean

 



 

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