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ISBN-13: | 9781556595660 |
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Publisher: | Copper Canyon Press |
Publication date: | 04/30/2019 |
Pages: | 80 |
Product dimensions: | 0.70(w) x 2.20(h) x 0.50(d) |
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O you who want to slaughter us, we’ll be dead soon
enough what’s the rush. This our only world.
As you can see it has a problem, as you can see
the citizens are hanging heavy, the citizens’ minds are out
Eros, eros, in Paris we stayed all night in a seraphic cocktail haze
despite the blacked out theater, the shuttered panes
tonight we’re the most tender of soft targets,
reclining by the river pulpy with alcohol and all a-sloth
Monsieur can we get a few more? There are unmistakable signs
of trouble, but we have days and days still
let’s be giddy, maybe, time lights a little fire
we are animal hungry down to our delicate bones
O beautiful habits of living,
let me dwell on you awhile
In the cut of Mercy she’s in my arms
In the cut of Cruelty she’s done,
a blood slump on the subway floor.
The double cut.
Can we live this way?
I think someone has done grave injury.
I think person or persons.
I think we’re losing by default.
Slaughter happened around the planet.
We stayed in the thicket whipping up love.
This is my plangent note to the ambassadors of love.
(All dreaming now is retroactive.)
The radioactive someday is here.
Our kings are cranks, crooks, incongruous.
They are improper, ill equipped.
How is it we pushed the handle down and they popped out?
Toasted!
And now they sit at the head of our table.
Can we be excused?
Scurrilous scumbags, x-rays of greed, they move themselves
up the flagpole, razing the trees.
Table of Contents
When it comes to this fleshed neck 3
There were real officers in the streets 7
Those nazis, they knew what to do with a soft 21
America wants it soft 31
Into the sheets we slipped, a crisis 41
The silence will be sudden then last 53
The snow goes to the gallows of a warm grass and what survives 59
Don't blame the wisteria 67
Notes 71
About the Author 73