R.A.
My What to Replace My
Stand on the concrete sit on the grass.
Whose.
In the name of God and country
give up your name.
In God and country
given up and given.
The hoard of flowers
opened in his side
burrow in
the maculate room
a quiet gigantic fucking
I was eating his side who made me
I burrowed in to invent him further
more and further in
grammatically to please him
in my pleasing dress Damn it
Bled irregularly
and late from the stem
banish it and damned if it's not on the bed
fasten inside the soft boated blood
a tiny carcass veined all round and eyed
absorption and the dissolute conception
a little self and is not what I am
What demon come to stick her eyes on you
That was my portion God was all of it
who took it me
Abandoned me, flouting in the wood
My hands are up my hands are good
and branching
sun yellows yellows yells in the gray twigs
I'm not in there
I saw it from out here
I wrote it from later
leaned on a wood thing
greedy as a punch
to make it go like mine
desk, this book who are all of you
willow burst in fur
the prairie burnt
burnt willow burst out in tiny animals
she all flowers
hussy practice all my
hurray to my governing my or
Who Admitted You?
My mother
I was fucked for
a coupling inside of that inside her
a split and crack and grotesque growthery
a veiny fish and limbs alarming off
and thrash her good
and split her out, a yellow wrinkling
An Hendy Hap
I saw the tyrant in the bath
his thing waved like anemone
The chesthair draggled
sprang to curl
he stood to dry himself.
Here is a perfect circle hedge of bronze
and when I stand here not afraid
in sweet consent and ritual
upbraid me through the vein that feeds the tumor
and pinch me off, the tumor hot and gorged
dried now to scab.
An eyelid like a wafer
concave and hardening.
And when I woke
and walked between the two trees to my house,
the house they'd lent me,
the door was blown open
I saw that I was single
and my marriage capillaried clasped to all
to the field and the brown world
I saw it to the tracks
a thousand stalks of canegrass downed by snow
frazzled the field in pointing yellow
pointing everywhere
some of them stood up
some of them pronged through by the next stalks
not mirth or death
it doesn't mean anything to point.
There Was a Place in the Brain, a Red Knot
My tiny babycrat
Loose in a pool and dying
My tiny cat
Is hanged up and a-dying
My little bracelet
Bangs on the page
My proud babycrat
Smut-faced in her rage
Go away little dogface
Go away little phage
I'm driving up to Providence
Investigate the gauge
My speed is like I pass 'em all
I don't pass anyone
Singing hard I give 'em hell
I sing 'em down the drain
Delver, light a match to flare the stink
and tell me why you are so bad.
Are you the scourge of God?
The author has bad thoughts not me.
Delver, what is sexual?
Sexual is the secret and uncontained.
Why am I happy?
Everyone is nice to you.
Delver, I have no more questions. What is wrong?
You aren't sick, you are rotting
You dug in a wrinkle and found hair
The red knot dug out with a shovel
rooted deep
It wasn't the id it was what they wanted me to do.
The mass grave morphs into uranium I have millions!
Whistle through the caverns and steeples, the school
and the bright columnar people people gone.
I walk left and abort my future.
Turn right and pow a new world.
The past flew up my crotch and infested my brain.
I birthed a big one.
America: a prophecy.
Delver: we still are.
The Divinity of Man
Roseation, spreading, yeastily beering up, the white soft legs and the golden hair.
The slits in the chest and the fur skirt. The mountain, the desert.
Sleep for a long time and a thrust of activity: log rolling, fall off a skyscraper,
phenomenologues, cigarettes, korn, seeding herpes lip to lip.
Why LSD in the seventies, why coke in the eighties,
why Ecstasy in the nineties, why Ritalin.
To bolster the wandering mind; to bolster the wandering heart;
to bolster the glamour; to glamour the wander.
The glamorous self and its story: no can do.