called "room 1" is up at the sensation feelings journal. find it here.
#Peaches is now live and you can view her here.
I'm going to have two poems in both The Recluse and Red Ceilings soon! And I'll be reading next Monday (5/19 @ 8) at the Poetry Project. Links to the poems soon...
The Teleprompter Says to Exclaim.
a fabrication of sorts,
like this or that
sprinkle on the cake,
the singing wants to break
through your cagey
desire to be you
once removed. Once
the imprint is minted,
left weeping to itself,
the emotion lobbies
against its own gun
control laws, I'll see
you in the slammer
choking on Cheetos
which cost you your last real
shot at forgetting the real-
How prenatally fatal,
The way you looked
and the mirror gave
up, away, in. A homeward
drive to the ward.
Is that what a kiss is
talked up to be
when we are lonely,
ghostly barters of
each other. Or is it the same
to smile when, reifying
a practically unreal urge
to be, say, ineffable,
you push your tongue
against your teeth
and wish, as if it were
your only vein,
to bleed the right color,
Canary Pink, or Robin's Egg
Blue, or some other
Crayola bird, for the O
xygen. A slight masochism
in your genes, a byproduct
of silverplattering and star-
light knowing only how to
form, rendering itself formless.
Like all great ideas this
one will stick to your
windshield, markably, remarkably.
The explosion is impressed
with itself, the way time
took it, dismounted
in reverse, engineered
cattle. Now just a blade
of grass, and one worth cutting
other expenses for,
while we go hungry
and come back for unfixed dog
days slobbering over pre-
bells and whistles: Surprise:
The steak is too well-done.
A juicy tidbit you might well
disqualify with your own
unctuous drippy-drop eyes.
90ish Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
PLEASE DO NOT SUBMIT anything titled
"13 ways of looking at X" when X is anything
at all, because it's like, totally, a variable
--The editors of DIAGRAM
When you are just waking
When the tour guide says, “look a blackbird”
Halfway between the Brooklyn bridge and the water
Longitude 27 latitude 24
The math misrepresenting itself
Blackbird + blackbird < blackbird
"Missing u bb"
Out of Paul McCartney’s mouth
"Blackbird, blackbird, singing in the life of morning"
In jail with some of my besties, playing Chinese Poker like it's our last chance
"Oh good the symbolism is back in your favor"
4 am, several loud knocks, a gunshot
On your dinner plate
Before the ship leaves for good
I am a blackbird
No, you're a blackbird
Such a blackbird
When you’re about to come
Please, blackbird me already
In between glances at his shoes
The space between us
On a baby’s thumb, perched cutely
Having just killed a baby
Part of an uplifting sermon!!
In Carl Sagan--
A blackbird--Nobody knows why
When you’ve just said to yourself, “nothing but peach trees”
My inner ear is a blackbird
"I can't hear you. Did you say 'pack turd'? Like are you telling me to pack turd? I don't get it"
When the composer scratches his shoulder
4,012 fucking times in that Philip Glass piece
In an email
Don't you mean "crow"?
In the wrong exhibit
I loved you, blackbird
Next to your computer mouse, Raj, but it's cool
"Nice gothic turntable"
Next to your loneliness
"What a Blackbird Means to Me" by Peter Cole Friedman (ca. 1996)
Next to your mistress
Luke, I am your blackbird
"So how exactly does one contract rabies after living in a veritable tundra for the last several years?"
After the river is drained
Just a vessel, really, for the guacamole
As a whitebird
In the mirror
In your psychiatrist’s waiting room
A little blackbirdie told me all the other little birdies are totally insane
"So I was telling Tommy not every bodega has that kinda cereal"
Within an omen
Within a meta-blackbird
In a freezer with the word "scientific" written in crayon
On your head, politely not shitting
Blackbird porn: hardcoreblackbirdfucking.com
Two alliterative syllables
“A figure of the very language that effects a realignment of cognitive activity within language”
In a silent film
A Ben and Jerry's flavor
I never take my coffee like this
When the magician says “no really, I’m a blackbird”
Or in Spanish class, “yo soy un mirlo”
As in the show ‘Blackbirds in Space’
In Carl Sagan
In the potentiality of all things, you narrow-minded fuck
"You're so full of shit"
"No, seriously, I'm so gullible"
hahahahaha blackbird lolllll
As soon as you are born
"Ugh, here comes another one"
Aw my widdle bwackbird
In that dream I had where people laid jewels at my feet
In Wallace Stevens’ poem
In the autopsy photo
"Yeah it's a hollow body"
That time Jane Goodall was bored of primates
On a pirate’s shoulder, sobbing
You know I was just saying to Peter there are less and less blackbirds
"I'm kind of my own gang"
"He's just visiting"
"It's just a fling"
Something we do
I'll blackbird you for a blackbird
No, it’s blackbird. Thanks though.
There are some new photos up in the "Art" section, which makes pretty good sense, I think.
The title says it all! Look out for "Survival Instincts" in Emerge Literary Magazine (Decemberish), a found poem from the Pulitzer Remix Project called "Degrees of Fancy" in RHP's forthcoming found poetry issue, and 4 poems in FLG 4.