Alethia (with Image by Theoni Tambaki)

peeled away thin, your skeleton
(in the desert bone-yellow as loosestrife)

as in

the ghost-air between
tangled lovers

wearing
no memory more embedded
than that of carnality past

in the imploded skull,
explosion of sperm


when all you’ve sucked in through siphon,
little spills of spoil--I lapped

& wanted more


fucked, absolute,
sucked-up

in the dusted willow
of my hair

you let settle your water fowl,
tempestuously, so upon me--

did you hope it would flee or settle itself before me a shadow of vireo or,
perhaps, a shadow of you, amorphous in the dew that drenched my body?

unsettled geometries

all clustered about our breasts
you, Zephyrus on the cusp, embracer

like Eros

how

I

wanted your Greek--Anemoi--
to untangle me from his gristle

or, in darkness, his vile insides
spilling out-------

gush of upheaval
purpling the skin

& what was matrimonially
laid before it:
memento mori ----




only such
in each of us

mortality
is not easily
forgotten

Musical Interests

I've Been on YouTube lately scoping out new groups, and happened upon some pretty good tunes.
Here are a couple from the selection. Enjoy!

The Presets
Marquis de Sade
Tuxedomoon
The Honeymoon Killers

New Release

My chapbook is now available to purchase at Ypolita Press!!!

3 Thoughts by Blixa Bargeld

first,
i thought:
the advent of the iron age
made the elongation of the male sex
unavoidable
and its main aim
the penetration
the knife, the sword, the spear

second,
i thought:
gunpowder, firearms
the main aim shifted
to ejaculation
and - bombs:
the mystification of the orgasm

third,

i think:
simulation
through screen or helmet
makes this
pornography

Wheelhouse Magazine

Issue 7 is now up for viewing. This is an amazing issue with works from Elizabeth Kate Switaj, Amy King, Andrew Lundwall, Jeff Crouch, Juliet Cook, Kathleen Rooney, and many others.

http://www.wheelhousemagazine.com/poetry.html