Porne I come to without slurring
a prostitute what goes on
& they smoke in venetian red
nails porphyry eyes full of money one
wakes at night to touch the color
TV it is hers nothing is
illegal porcupine porch pork-barrel
slow porridge produced by strangers
she said she couldn't afford the breast-
feeding so much undressing
there's one's port
or carriage
to think of

•

barren sterile matrix of another
weave mistaken for tradition
charms she put to work
around rosy spike other
instruments I only gave her
a few small nips
UNOS CUANTOS PIQUETITOS
he said after
it was over
and now there's pink ribbon
with said words flapping in mid air
borne back against their heads

•

some can't tell the difference
they watch a pope
or pimp display pomp
by floating US arms long silky hair
scarcely a wind promise of
panic
echoic
head in the door
to put suddenly eyes
protruding in a realistic style
I add for good measure
puffed up rituals eaten as confection
and propose marriage
by roasting pharmaceutical powder
in a screened room leading out to
an order of cleanliness the soldier-men are
charged with loss later peace

•

I want to throw together what I know
with several angles & sides lick
the baby spoon many times I felt
such fascination Porne could I have done it
in my Anna Karina black velvet dress

I take liberties with your image
as you do mine there's plenty of
room even trees become this fluttering
question cultivated like the reddish belladonna
eventually everything grows
into a formal arrangement anything
bought or sold harasses

•

she has alegría
functional intelligence for potboilers
turnip row she spits
in the bidet it becomes her label de qualité
a curious charm bracelet
Dear God why can't she have powerhouse
political steam morning papers
like she once did esp. The World outdoor
races fall fashions & licorice
grants
already I see her rise at dawn
carrying a black attaché-case filled
with critical material (mostly
dialectical materialism & psychoanalysis)
she has scheduled a final
reunion of form and matter
but only after the gratuities
have been paid indeed only after
castration a powder puff leaves a trail
of language as she exits the theater
but the name nobody seems to remember
something exotic like Bangkok
moist abdomen under examination

•

What hides a damaged glass plate
mother-daughter in imitation
of a novel lounge on blue couch
starts a trend later
will secure history:
ankles bangs towelettes a swelling
everyone comes to

La prostituzione, dunque, è uno degli aspetti
dolorosi della società umana. La nostra sen-
sibilità di uomini civili, la considera un as-
petto turpe e laido. Ma non sempre è stato così.

•

SleepSleep
I am divorcing the song
in its woody purlieu let it be
violent & public like tear-gas
between my legs I want to
address you with greatest respect
get rid of impurities
on the way to speech
a punctum now & then
the possibility of
relieve me of the duty to police

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