33.1: CC – THE REMIXES



Fatality

The king goes under for the third time, the birds are not of this world. Every ship that ever set sail or steered beyond the known, making landfall on a beach of bones. ~ Passing beneath your window, tongue in …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Tagged | 1 Comment

Beneath "Saw"

after Bella Li’s ‘You Saw Me First Isabella’   You, beneath “saw”. Your “me”, window-first. Tongue Isabella stilled passing dagger; for at indifference my “I” throat smiled you in. Mistook spite. My “of silence”. Myself.   The ewe wind alone …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Tagged | Leave a comment

apropos (celebration instructions remix)

1. relation between exposure & strength: poppies touch it to the point of no hands   2. sunflowers not anchored by old coins to make art their invisible   3. insect vision a nonblind blind their treasure buzz   4. celebration of husks   5. the rain- framed germination clock not the seed instructions   6. electric grains soft spools of early seedlings purple with the dark

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Leave a comment

Endless, Beautiful, Exact

Paradise is here on a beach of bones a bell fracturing air. This is no document of barbarism of clotted blood and glowing flesh its shine too bright for too long. It is seeking resonance, the broken things, falling sunflowers, …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Comments Off on Endless, Beautiful, Exact

The Parts That Poets Favour

Face Back Chest Thighs Heart Hand Blood Hand Thighs Palm Thigh Bones Genitals Ankle Bones Tongue Head Womb Nose Egg Nose Nose Eye Lip Iris Tongue Throat Ears Lip Lips Hair Mouth Nails Foot Face Body Blood Flesh Bones Lymph …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Leave a comment

Dialogue Reply

1. Absence makes the heart go in spite of itself. I lack. Dare not to think it. Tried the word– slightly ajar— a barbarity larger than the house entire holding everything together Howl————- Howl———- Hello heavy with antiques, shoes, carts …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Leave a comment

Still Life

You enter the house but as an actor A photographer in Bentleigh East Likes technology but LOVES people You kiss me once and try the word—love. I lack, unlike the others, a menagerie of identities. Photographs of air surround me. …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Leave a comment

WA[RRA]NTED, [MIS]TAKEN (V)

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Tagged | Leave a comment

at exactly 9pm

do all corner shops have to die with peeling skin and rusted chairs, shadows where Christmas lights once rested and spread magic for ice-cream, car-ride-kids? I am convinced the new moon was shot there like a bullet streaking through clouds …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Tagged | 2 Comments

BLACK & WHITE LITANY

He is convinced his bullet points are monochrome new moons when all’s said and undone. He walks through a red door larger than the house entire, When it grew dark we cried , the cry of the godforsaken gull

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | 1 Comment

Dogs in space (Remix)

Then somewhere in a kitten comes the lonely panic. The people are a people. The skin was of the dogs and the old woman greeting the wind, the noise. Then the others cross the dogs, their backpacks for viewing. It …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Leave a comment

Common I (DISCO REMIX)

I lack, unlike the others, a menagerie of identities. I was a bright-eyed ingénue at the agency after-party, coked-up, Scarlatti played his cement rib, the tulips were thoroughly roasted, narcotic, terse. Who was Allen Ginsberg? (The incline runs to golden …

Posted in 33.1: CC - THE REMIXES | Tagged | Leave a comment