In mock English
the instrument breaks
its charm 

of ink, not photogenic death, 

but hoof and mouth
and teeth. Children
in their doom
look as if they look like me. 

 

•

 

He’s dying for a headshot
making awful all the arts 

the islanders
the first whites 

settle the island (1890) 

 

•

 

Turbana, Javanese
orgy fruit 

nocturnal
down the back 

creatures give our anger
over 

infant
without drinking 

goats
impaled 

the litter body
doubles 

out trepid explorers 

 

•

 

Stab me
in your chilly room
red spot on the night.  

Clouds lay the course of the eye
deep in the open sea— 

 

•

 

We began our skirmish
playing dumb laying down. 

England Island
are you from? 

 

•

 

ceiling / sky / ceiling
sea, the dancing mistress 

 

mouth / flower
seduction / mouth 

 

lace, let us
slow our works
to non-correspondence 

 

•

 

I wrote a paper
published our correspondence
filled forcefully 

 

Look, I don’t want to be an imposition 

thirsty hooker climbing up the truck 

unstable
is another sort
a man named music played. 

 

•

 

Sooner or later we all want a bad thing
to walk on all fours, to suck from a stream, to jabber
instead of saying words, to go snuffling at the earth
claw the bark off trees, eat flesh or fish, make
love to more than one, and each in every which 

 

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The moving thighs
vexed to nightmare by a rockingless cradle 

 

•

 

The glasses keep radiation
from within 

human nature
impels you to destroy
now that the body shears
the body shown 

respect the cast of your eye, we identify
with the colonist 

 

•

 

The profile fire 

must be shocking 

short of the human form
I am closer than you imagine