As She Added the Dirt to Her Beauty
She added the alphabet to her
Fabulous muscles
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
Who neighed
No No No No without problems.
I sighed
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.
All my.
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
jam
& 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
Dog Roses
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
be actual
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
anecdotes and
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
wash
these sensitive nights’ tattooed
pathos walls & patina
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& 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
unintelligible
twice-removed
pierogi
stained satin
emissions
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
Toulouse
strap-shaped love
two to roll the scrolls,
by rolling one & unrolling the other
the thing is read
the texty thing is read
décor
ate it with silver pomegranates
tie these words to your wrist as a sign
(sore ejaculate)
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)
your arm
the bad leather is strap-shaped love
to fill your sons with bad-shaped love
this is the one about men
strafe-shaped love
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
(sore ejaculate)
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
(sore ejaculate)
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-ripped throat
sun-kissed wrapped in plastic
wrap-shaped love
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
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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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