…Poseidon’s Temple towers around you …The fuselage encircles you A millennia of Atlantean tradition just another day Empire without equal America at the end of history Today will be the last day of your life Panic grips the passengers You gaze into the scrying pool You look out the window Chaos and terror The city … Continue reading NINE/ELEVEN:20 — “YOU’VE BEEN HERE BEFORE”
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NINE/ELEVEN:20 — “American T-Shirts”
It’s dawn-dark on the left side of the map. Breakfast milk lurching in a blueish mug. My twin and I wake each day with one shared shadow only half-purposely. Mother standing in her mirror with her red-dyed curls her red-eyes. Today, let’s wear our American T-shirts. Lost cotton things in the bottom-most cubby, one goose-blue … Continue reading NINE/ELEVEN:20 — “American T-Shirts”
NINE/ELEVEN:20 — “BOOM II”
I. And their shoulders huddledAround the springEach face leaning forwardWhite tongues lapping air They were toldThe aquifers were boneThey were toldThe soil was ground horn They banged and jostledBruised their hipsAs they moaned and kickedOver a trick of heatIn the desert Cracked lipsWere all you kissedOn the frontier II. STUDIO I lie awakeIntoxicatedAnd click repeat … Continue reading NINE/ELEVEN:20 — “BOOM II”
NINE/ELEVEN:20 — “There Is a Way Out”
There is a way out I can’t see, most can’t see, rising from the bottoms of the sands’ lowest points, its roots and brambles, dripping leaves, my mother said The economy said no child left behind so I climbed a tree and dug for sand a terrorist in the sand the balance —the difference between the two … Continue reading NINE/ELEVEN:20 — “There Is a Way Out”
NINE/ELEVEN:20 — “black cube”
The black boxIs a black cubeWalked around by deathLike a Mecca — Tom Will is a poet and has a Twitter account
“of the Rhizome” – “CATS AND DOGS AND LOVE AND TIME” – “I Wonder Stupidly”
of the Rhizome beneath the bare bald cold dinof light from there and there and therewell seated deep creasedin mid market ergonomic seeing us that saidwith knowing know, and carpaled hands, and legs engorged, so raptwhat we know we'll never cease to know and who we'll be follows who we were until neonates cringe at … Continue reading “of the Rhizome” – “CATS AND DOGS AND LOVE AND TIME” – “I Wonder Stupidly”
Pierre Étaix Drives
A slapstick farce after "Buster Keaton Takes a Walk" by Lorca Characters: Pierre Étaix (in afternoon suit)A Magic G-Shock (metal)A 1/2 Negro Girl (tawdry, with prosthetic vitiligo)A Station Attendant (played straight)A Bridge Player (in porkpie hat) Pierre Étaix’s face is slowly illuminated in the center of a black television screen. It is afternoon in the … Continue reading Pierre Étaix Drives
“okay but can his long arms reach the ‘gyre of marine debris’ (fish as good as fleece)” – “u & i” – “interim”
okay but can his long arms reach the "gyre of marine debris" (fish as good as fleece) In the messof this agegarbled threadsof extended skinfrom past age bones,last age bonespickled by black tar boiled into oiled garb,the extension of our skins --every age an extension --an unseeing skinextendedthen found in boundless wasteways, clogging the passage … Continue reading “okay but can his long arms reach the ‘gyre of marine debris’ (fish as good as fleece)” – “u & i” – “interim”
“Pit” – “Y gwrachod Gwen”
Pit Down in the blackDeep darkSmothering heatSoot, dust choking airCramped crawling barelyMovingClanging, hacking, breaking,Further downCloser to hellThe devilThe men hear knockingmoaningWailing warningThey continue onClutching crucifixOn they goDeeper into the black. Y gwrachod Gwen She walkedLed through the townIn the rainMud packed bare feetRope around her delicate neckHands boundThe Witch, the witchOnly God, our lord, can … Continue reading “Pit” – “Y gwrachod Gwen”
“Nostalgia Addict” – “Haunting Eros” – “Reflections Of A Tory”
Nostalgia Addict The old playground you visit: Where you got your first concussionWhere you first fell in loveWhere you first knew heartbreak It is made of mud, junkie needles, and used condomsAll the dirty froth on the orgasmic daydream.And yetYou still stay A supplicant, knees bent low, arms outstretched.You want the holy manna of better … Continue reading “Nostalgia Addict” – “Haunting Eros” – “Reflections Of A Tory”
