BURNING HOUSE PRESS

monument leaves

(upon reading Pasolini’s review of the Italian translation of Osip Mandelstam)

like the sun sets   in motion   a series 

of actions   let’s use the word ‘darkening’ 

let’s use the words ‘pre-emptive 

state terror’   Lord let’s remember 

mistake of merry Madelstam   

too late gives back kisses   lost love 

of cunt tortured beyond desire   

&attempts suicide after layering 

perfect moustache joke memorized   

perfect entropy eyes   speculumed   well 

‘wounded’ is the wrong word now  

‘monumented’ will have to do

so let’s go on knees   attempt  

to kiss a torso as tight 

as Pasolini’s 

countryside mannerisms 

as object impermanent  

as Lenin’s mother’s death 

an old wet rope   

a neck caressesd

a punchline 

a snap as dull as a string of musty poem words

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hope quick 

hi   hey 

Boccaccio baby   swim

pool bottom 

end race   boy oh boy 

win ‘gain billiards 

with Wilson buds from age 

of buds   wooden rackets from age

of wonks   boozy-brilliant   &binge stories  

then &last night   like morning 

rumors   like body &night arcs 

&crossings like news 

stations really ending   no no

really ending wars

ending   hallelujah   

hey hey here   come literally  

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sex w/ Bowie

whelmed by 

two colors

&soft eyes of brother Terry 

always with 

a suicide body—  

a sexy psyche— 

salivating schizoid functioning 

so Zurich friends

in those days wrote letters— 

not instructing so much

as blowing a self

well dressed to heaven

wind 

wild &caress  

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