Julia Kiernan
Global Value Chain
like a bearded scream soft androgynous rain self-castration on another girl returns a hero over and over rats have collapsible spines insanity in high places your revolver your boyfriend great things have happened shaky bridge falling tower strange desire rooms and what they look out on here is the brick that was waiting when our ergonomic artery cities insane the insane fly would we stop the bath the hate crime late enough Rabbit shall not eat Rabbit shall give birth to his own father Rabbit dim in the subways and in the drain in the lump of the living his life was real and no one can say why stoops and doors were mustered with the Lord of an actual world completing itself within the infirmary the great stone of the river footpath which has nothing to gain he had chosen bewildered of the singular steady thin sky listen to a man with beautiful particulars in the breezes will listen to a man will listen him speak the many of we bear it beginning of fortune in public brute of speech the juice is war the juices lie the passions blind plush rodents residents of the rippled clear bomb stool the half you leapt to left gagging up the street vocabularies of the foist girls stare at ceilings and then they sleep and poets should not lead their own lives because we’ll find more potatoes in the great night tight with happiness among blooms of face quivering who tried to belong to those patterns spoken and obscured by the spring the season of obscurantism comfortable water paced above the river the man had such a long shadow and saved his piss in jars by pulling out my tongues and slaking them over coals the sun rocks back on its pots but there is no other level of art than dimes what time is what pure pure surely this is the most thing in the world mark it somehow knit hard ancients this is dead this is not dead feeling about him that peculiar word ashes cover the grasses this is language just above the harbor before sunrise only that it should be beautiful of course i know her angle his ceaseless green power systems of forbidden words await nothing i should have written the motes in the air in elegy down your jowls air so thick if there were cameras i would be screwed out of the suburban swamp a uniquely American anatomy problem glistening plain I touch the place she would put earrings on the other side of the air filthy velvet intellectual will begin at the beginning a woman’s handbag is a transmission in a sudden vacuum that would shoot a chain of dogs how did you get here? amtrak if this world is going to end it isn’t dressed in an elegant uniform but even so we see a vertical slut thicket
I wish I had a sister I
hit the silk boxers