Poetry: Jared Joseph
As She Added the Dirt to Her Beauty
She added the alphabet to her
I died there.
Before that I was a ghost
Now I am a ghost.
The wounds don’t heal
Does the skin break
As she adds the dirt to her beauty
She adds the eyes her body.
As I died there very far
The car died too.
All of technology was saddled to horses
No No No No without problems.
No No No No without problems.
When my feet turned to paws & my hands
Turned to paws I unfastened her bra
Just kidding I didn’t bro.
I didn’t pause to touch all the beauty on her body.
It still catches in my fur
I hate rain
& I carry clumps of her because
As a man I lack beauty & write only beauty
I turn the grain & the stones & I turn the body in the bud to a woman in a bed.
I sift the beans & I churn the butter & I turn with my spasm the Chinese (Mormon) apricot
& it manifests to me like all woman’s moans do.
& I feed the months of beauty in my fur with dew.
& I die here long time
Now that I am a ghost
& I die here long time.
Now that my wet heart is dry leaves
I am a hoary rake
I poach all the kept creatures
I see the clumps of beauty in their furs
I weep & I sweep the earth because
My beauty is hotter than theirs.
My face forces open.
I spit gravity until sky.
During day I chew the goat
The light is lewd, it flashes me, it wears time
On my overcoat my deity is beautiful
See, I am a burden which is lifted by five fingers
i think in the smoking midsection of the devil
a bit scabious at the roundtable
a bit andaloosy goosy in granada
i think all their speaking
lee the jewish quarantine
once in the past for centuries
where my sephardi ancestry sighed
& other antecedents next day fled nazis
& some other ashkenazim signed off
& under smart dark death zoot
suits were red powered
swastikas worn were yes
t’day once very sensitive svasti
well-being vast boygirls
hindis freely felt me
me when i wasnt
very well, being
sensitive these nights
these very sensitive skinsome
nights scrubbed off
balm stoning the light with
these sensitive nights’ tattooed
pathos walls & patina
& skin i call’d you
for centuries kindred & kind
real top-shelf & kind
poetry my regal right aquiline profile
with a nose like argentina.
my left profile’s a dog
all fighting over father’s chewed meat
a valid action for the end of a row
i am an unbuckled island airline mutt
& ich bin ein every sweet jelly donut,
in this outerspace where
i carry inside all the races
two to roll the scrolls,
by rolling one & unrolling the other
the thing is read
the texty thing is read
ate it with silver pomegranates
tie these words to your wrist as a sign
tie this signal on your forehead
(pour blood circulation)
tie this signal on your sons
the circumcision ones
He wears the law on your forehead
& on your arm the bad one
(the bad arm)
the bad leather is strap-shaped love
to fill your sons with bad-shaped love
this is the one about men
here’s the onus/amen
he belonged not point-blankly
to an organ
he point-blanked a child
a point child in a blanked school
fingerblood as paint as red
& the order blanked the other
who ordered this cut coffee
i ordered coffee splash’d w/milk
this coffee with a slashed bit of milk
my mother tits for slash wants of milk
armed the bad one
unlatched the LR song
i opened a little rasp.
jar of jam when she came
she made jam when she came
we’ll make jam when she comes
i’ll open a little rasp.
jar of jam when she comes
& if she doesn’t sunshine come
i’ll jam come-shaped love
leather on my left arm (bad)
leather on my left wrist (bad)
i’ll pour her vigilant ablution
i’ll part her virgin absolution
if she says no point-blank
i’ll call it guam berry
i’ll call it little glib berry
i’ll call it son
sun-kissed wrapped in plastic
plastic berkertex love
the backslid lack love?
lube a pliant bride
injunction in the bead eye
not the bad one
note the bad one
quote the sore arm
the text is silver & read.
read stains the passage
read stains the school hall
read stains the blank temple
the temple’s torn opening
shoots read blanks
the law is written & read in read
the sign off the devil is written in read
Jared Joseph is boring.
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