Muse -- take, findin hallways and oversexed eyes -- theysay Only Good Poetess in thrall toSade and the feminine, but what of my manymen! my harem of no-words-spoken, immortalized -- on internet (nobody reads -- the void!) blog. eat -- little finch, singing, pine trees around the house. youth in big broad skiescow-paths through, cow-burrs… Continue reading poem: sentiment eating the heart of the poem alive
Tag: art
poem: sister on a first date
the Americanness of being -- we could never remake thecountry in our image! ask him, tonight, what kind of protestant he is, we will take Baptist Evangelical more hesitantly Methodistor Presbyterian. what branch of Lutheran, what does he think about the split. his best friend is looking for a good Catholicgirl to take home, universal… Continue reading poem: sister on a first date
poetry review: “serotonin”
https://adamfenner.wordpress.com/2024/12/04/serotonin-review/ many thanks to Adam for his lovely review!
poem: serotonin
her face is oil, gleaming over the plate -- he takes long stock of arbitrated beefstock, the tender cuffedaioli shoots in glaze. less so, her melting face puffy body, weird drainof eyes down her face. I took her, new girl tremblingat auditions, when she was whole. the hole began when I left for fields, she… Continue reading poem: serotonin
poem: return
once again -- cracks hands, sucks bones -- we are here. made up my mind to keep the internet as a hole to stick my face into; how stifling to make it, parlor-roomi cannot tell people who sent us money for the wedding when i want to cut my headoff. back into the loom --… Continue reading poem: return
poem: thinking about yourself too much
here it is about me: ambitious, but with no object — instead a vague spilling-over of what is, crept into dissatisfaction and the feeling— cometh before the tulips but with the bright white light, creeping in — asking and asking. here is it about me: no self-esteem, the roller-coaster man-eater daddy left up and down… Continue reading poem: thinking about yourself too much
poem: the fall came in the desert
high orange, tight-trees in a windbox and i / am not there to see them, every fall becomes like this, a madhouse, and mockery — of hope, little thing, what do you have left to believe in — hyperactivity of mind creates hyperactivity of body? — do you still believe you have potential, something will… Continue reading poem: the fall came in the desert
diaristically, the Last Poem
summer slucked in, naked and hands out -- summerglazed into fall. five days, count-down: white-blood brideprevious lover is plastic applicator of doomed science. oncemore with feeling, and feeling half-awake/flailing, dedicate this to myunmaking - New Woman, how will she write, once she is finallypricked? new art new sincerity i will also haunt the localdennys 24… Continue reading diaristically, the Last Poem
poem for purgatory (august)
rolled away in the deep sad, i am allbattered to pieces. i tell you, the countdown to paradiseprefigured by it, the untranslatable word for sorrow/horror. sitting in the slow of the doom, ocean-moutheating me open, vagina-teeth crawling up my spine, sucking inmy hand. no rest, no piece - no peace leftuntouched by the sucking ones,… Continue reading poem for purgatory (august)
poem: driving home from the – i lost count – appointment
i come down the cliff into the sore-bitten songof myself -- in the car, here is Youth Aesthetic, the desert in widesunlight smile without teeth, the college at the far end of townand swiveled out with trees, roads that lead upward andwrap beyond sight. i would cry for myself before; now it is numbhardness, clavicle… Continue reading poem: driving home from the – i lost count – appointment
the last pavilion 