Poem Number One
By Wil Crary
By Wil Crary
by Rob Rice
i. Praise for a Body
We eat off gas here
No Wood Beer Meat
Your resentments testify as
To what I am so I kill
Men like you do
New auction topic
Barter’s mold and
River killer bikes
And benches and rust bugs
Find homes in hearts and stop them
Tonight’s hardwater expresses purple and
It kills there, forgone and monstrous urge to include
So faces bloom blue hemorrhage
Arbors
ii. Unsettled in an Apartment
Hear me I’m listening I’m loose
I’m the rapt king of madness and broken doors
Sated on sale beef they say don’t make me look at him
Sashmaker saw me nude
And built me into this lit
By dusty electric silhouettes in blue-gas
“Things are more like they are now than they’ve ever been before”
Perversity’s fuck buddy in mourning and prescription avarice
Limp offer, the tepid petty lure
Draped on the pond and waiting
For the drowning to sicken and stick their gums
Raw handfuls of meat
In the folders’ sore wet
Layer of oil on the surface muddled with fat from the skin, all mush and
Radiant oval colors
iii. Fullness in a City
Goose hair remnant of cunts toads and rocks
Bickering of pigeons
Skirts cast in sick and hot air
That vagina looks like a walnut
Made of rubber and ticks
Shit and gum
Tan grease of wrung filters
Inspiration, the packaging artist
Men and boys and dogs and Mothers contribute
Clumps of scalp and syrup, pops
Wrinkles brace like scaffolding
Shaft collapse survivors and those bird eaters
Blisters and silt caskets
Fingers and bunk, lips