the 9-day queen gets lost on her way to the execution block
if ever a bathtub was Klee's Bacchanal in Rotwein (1937): this was it
16 years after the 6th grade Jane Grey and her Jr. High tormentors
played I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours but this was their
"Saturn Returns" (she explained this they were all at their most beautiful
that moment a thrown object hovers weightless at its apex) full stop
diametrically opposed sex is only safe for animals & the highly evolved
whenever she spoke one bowed the other said "okay, Ms. Dictionary"
like she was a porpoise laid clean sliced still glistening on the bed sheet
they serviced her (the 6th grader who sneered, not the 6th grader, the 6th
grader, not the sneer…) ok here was the simple the wondrous thing
the elongated sense of sex had felt its blind way out the school doors & up
the street nudged its blunt indelicate way into the future in which
what they really wanted was suddenly permissible - why apologize
in the face of these lovely reversals-? "I am an impenetrable fortress"
she said it then now she says it again but it was & never will be the case
Don't look me full in the mahogany dimension of this
Just a minute, I swear
my makeshift skirt lifts me (woman) up to yield
not a horse's
broken on a knee
a bisuccubal tongue
not to say "his bedroom eyes," but his bedroom eyes
a putto's toes graze -a red tentacle
not an elephant's
not a squid's
jelly arm unfurling
to ply anything hypoxic
-look this way.
look that way.
don't look me full in the mahogany dimension of this
I don't relock pomegranate shivved violent on my eye
Not that I'm neuter exactly said the child in the yard
I have a straight line drawn down there
more I'm neural
it said I stepped out from the green light
of the townhouse
that trussed the bed, the T.V. & the toilet
I stepped outside
into the yard which was enclosed by a wall
that's for the best
b/c my line and my 2 lines were showing
but my hair I said
was more of a concept there was a whiter
a smaller door up
above the bin & the grating & my 2 eyes
empty as quarters
rubbed smooth my body was only a wall
falling but a light
and a shadow which made something of
the shape a child
draws an evergreen it was coming down
over me & inside
the channels went round & round where
was stuck to a dial & sliced from the joint
Do my legs make a triangle, is my accent aigu-?
“there was a shot glass with two brass buttons in it and that seemed proper”
-this, I think, is the picture of perception
-if I say am I not man-?
I am Devo & wear this energy dome
will I become better at math/sight unimpeded by convention or genetics-?
do my patches my moue the boat of my bones
make tiny Klaus Nomis lie perfectly still to twitch
is to pretend not to be watched –when who, to note
wants to love me au naturel-? no such thing anymore
our minds come equipped w/ deluxe editing suite
fruit now I've plumb forgotten where I come from
and to say that I need you is only equal to "whip it"
or "we are glass" can I rub my triangle area against
the point blank of want is a disappearing slide-rule?
no such thing anymore as rejuvenation but recharge
the digital bars which power in and out of my single
constant –don't whine the steady death pong pong pong