the myth of Paradise
ninety-nine names of God in a hat
choose what you need
throw the rest back
take the God without image
God without face
distort him to service
the cause you...
homage to fried shoes*
bum feet
street-beat wise
sunk in banged up shoes
previously
dumpster swiped
lean
hobo soled
holed
haloed
covered in foot funk
sock stink
grime
no blue suede shoes
snappy tassel loafers…
gamy high-top sneakers here
retro Corso’s
weary
worn down
creased
re-knotted
raced in
hiked
trod...
the laughing men
oh memory
childhood illusion
behind what synapse
the aroma of smoldering autumn fire
suburban side roads
softly gauzed in smoky light
children’s saturday voices
rising from yards
family raked
weekend chored to
the status...
dark lighting
a bed to sleep in silver
from which silk wings rise
your hair brushed by a sad angel
my body ripped by bloody moths
we will touch each other...
children
I saw you today
like yesterday
and I howled wolf
what if I'd told you
we were looking away perhaps in the ground
and we made love
first I
then you never
you gave me a cigarette
which...
the light whose darkness is light
sweltering August afternoon
Rene Lazare
bare foot, bare chested
in a leather smock
tied over ragged jeans
feverishly manipulates pigments
bent over an old barn’s floor
mixing tube squeezed oils
pressing and...
Lux
Light is salutation is New York at night is a billion sparks fallen
from a heaven of stars to pulse above Harlem, Carnegie
Hall, Soho, Little...
mercy
Broken man, your fists, two blue sphinx
curled atop a frayed wool blanket
guarding what wastes beneath.
And still, that ruthless countenance
remembered from childhood…
your brute face
eyeing me...
not even
if you don't have air make it up
if you don't have words kill yourself with them
if you have not lived revive yourself
if you don't have...
disorder
your silent moments
are just uncolored
shards
(disorder)
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tăcerile tale
sînt doar cioburi
necolorate
(dezordini)
By PUIU JIPA: disorder (translated by dana neacsu & heath mayhew)
the god line
line in the distance
where two blues meet
define their separate borders
sky and sea
open spline
in the book of life
sometimes clouds above
white caps below
the wind given life
by...
red buddha
Mao attaining...
(to buddhahood)
Mao you Chairman Buddha now
fat cat china cool
Tao, your zen red book
Great leap forward
bone to throw the masses off…
seeking you in bullett...
Paradise
thrumming chit-chit sprinklers hum
mistaken for operatic crickets
trilling lazy resort air
as wrinkled splayed foot reptiles
bow iguana heads like regal buddhists
slowly roaming nirvana
crossing thached pagodas
unconscious tourists...
Naked
Naked Pocahontas
cartwheels between
sheaves
of meadow grass
and half truth
history
Little wanton
Matoaka
Turns twelve
Within the rough-cut
walls of sixteen eight
Tobacco men
of Jamestown
elbow through
blue smoke
pulling on
their blackened pipes
grin dirty white
to see...

















