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Wheelhouse
Press 2009
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Excerpts ofXenomorphiahave appeared in ditch, poetry, and Octaves. Thankyou to the editors.
Matina Stamatakis &John Moore Williams
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zoom in
amputees embrace amidst (slagheap city bared rebar of buildings twisted into nervetrees) abattle between cannibals (rough singing of limbgrind twisting, interweaved, growing in blackblood pool)
cast for broken bones (the slagheapshudders, distant heartmurmur of steelbeastsgrowling passage),
dictionary of tongues (dreams)escape into that (darkmatterbody, wombs of stars whispering the curve)esh everyone has worn (outerworn, splitting, at ngertips softly bladed insistence)
gaping wound of mouths (shadowcavern awrithe with light)hiss between rosaries of teeth (distanceglimmer)
instinct of torsos (sing an ice-age-ending heat)
just a (gloss on the endless fritterings of idle hands)key to bodies without locks, such a (eye-rhyme of hollows)
lonely way to live (an eaten imminence of the remembered)
morsel, sticky-sweet (recombinantnecks nape, where we hide kisses genuectionsorange, round and pored of intimacy)
patient (inmates of a decimated land-question asked in touch and haste (scape)
a rage of (neatlya silence (expounded
ticket to a run-down carnival whereurgency of ngersviolence of hipswound an air shaped likexylophones quiet harmonics
yearning toward yourself, azoo full of domesticated beasts
Zoon-id
womb shadows eaten raw, bodies without bodies without(discomture, genuect) theseglassy bowsof silhouette these eyes
of wonderment
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born of remembered kisses, lips and ligatures hasteglossied and amber-toned iodine
how our wounds could mingle with each graze
how robotic the tongue thrusts toward itselfin a mad dash for loveless poison
morsels of bitten fur we hide ourselves in,
idle carnivores domesticated --
bored intimacy, times caught in rawnude body curves splitting into haploidalsynagogues
we pray to touch, darkened matterlimb nerve harmonics sculpted
into
(into eye remembered still-beatslash sickly-sweet beasts of sex/violence((hide the strophes of 3 elongated sighs
((hide the way we feel like city beggarsstreet urchinsneatly stretched acrossa desecrated divideI
remember loneliness was conch to pillow((taking in ocean one breath at a time
taking inthe gentle murmur of softly bladed lightsas they played across our brows
as ngers
intimate, stretchedformed pillarsformed (out of)
harmonics of lonely zoos((architectonicthe hills of our elbowscrooked withdisentanglement
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Zeno mapped such distances as hands (lips impossible of remembrancetill touch becomes them) your hips a hollow cradle where Ill remember
sojourn such glacial silences (that genesis got it wrong, where Ill comewith lolling tongue
your mouth nds awkward as a ball gag, a (to mumble the unname of a godsavage and erudite prostrate and pantingin the bind
of ligaments and lost love letters
xenomorph thought alone the hillsechoed of a soft and pungent lightwicked with musk the bodies thousand mouths drooled
in the withered and breath-rumpled seawears three sheets windbeaten comfortably, tracing a hackneyed divisionviolently marching the alluvial roads of the nerves
(to) mapless tread (where monsters be)
and a seraphic longing tolls out the porticoesof banks and stock exchangesand fails to pay the rent
comfortably, tracing a hackneyed division the seven hills all asses and elbowswhere we walked to witness forgotten bridal rites,a coin in the lapdrumming the skirts knee-stretched skin of fabric
violently marching the alluvial roads of the nervesululating frequencies, as the uvulatenant of a recombinant spectrum
secretes a words liquidity to deconstructthe hallowed menisci
Rorschach nds in an elided thought leaked to formas accidental as a fetus) will we retain the right to hide?
Toourache to burst?
Quiet. you lie side by side like twin peeled fruits.
will your tongue lend minelips, then wander out to bear witnessto the rustling of night-creatures
in the broad green tongues of two oclocki cant sleep just yet. parole,long within its silence,your hopeful convulsions round out the mouths
of hungry generations, wide and yawningwith light, an empire dead and unwrittensleeps here in the erythrocyte-lit obscurity of your hips.
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let me hone yours with sandpaper
oblivious oceans as stolid as
nouns cells bared raw and swollena minimalist insistenceleafed-through, you jungles of a soft and pungent light,whose teeming with alternate
iterations of otherwisehomolinguistic redactions, renderedglossolalia by the familiar that renders theforeign aneffusive, if opaque and endlessly regressing,
dnouement
cable your ngers pier stretched into
into needles to form
nerves delicate crochetballast your belly to sinkme in spite
recorded historiesalphabetize and inventory
the things I would, as you,say to me.
To hear them speak of it is to know that there is a distant poem, spoken in a foreign tongue, of which you are able
to receive only the dimmest echoes, the voluptuous curve of a vowel, a consonants starkly forthright angularity, butthat it is the very foundation of your own tongue.
In a white hall: clenching silk worms, milk dewonce outside fall tapestries part ash-veils,crackling ambers
Spring does the samesynchronous shiver
between window sepia--
dust the same parched tone
synchronicity, rejuvenating save for feebleVidalia onions in lip-locked mason jarsuntil the mantle is bulked with dry pantry fruits,mustard seeds--these vowels go on gasping.
I want to undo you like a shaken apple,
with hand reaching to dust the betweens.Leave your disheveled seeds
inside the fall spice ambrosia
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until vacancy demands itselfa burst capsule of onces...
leave your vagueness inside my tongueI want to save it, salivate with its porcupine/quill slivers
until more familiartastes emerge, puzzles snap intoplace, until our one ambiguous beingis replaced with solidity--the whitesof our clenched ngers milk dew,
their home behind innitesimalshutters.
No one will see us clawing for the siren gramophone--our tempered drones are not pillars
even if we build ourselves up toreplicate statues--
we will hide inside the oubliettes of our ears,bodies pressed between bodies pressedbetween weather-whipped and frail whispers;dimmest bespoken opals.
You, star,
Excreta, you,Crystal, resonance,
Shiver, you, the right word.
This words intimacyOf forgotten booksOn dusty shelvesOf infrequent libraries.
You, ridden,Of ora, chevalier,
You, passioned, adherent,
Dust, increate, glimpsed, youLike words discerned throughThe other sides of canonically
Thin pages, in the yblownLight of eggshell, bulb
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Abode, colonized,of maggots, amniotic,you, corrugated,tau(gh)t
countless, menisci,
you, pulp, graphite, oil. Youdark, matter,
youoyi.this too
eradicable gulf.
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Lyric--primitive symbols, tendersymbols we stretch
[drama of literature and romance]teeth & nails--frost breath
of antique Isabels tonguedishevel, slow night
despondingly incense-laced [the slow,
descending degrees have done littleto coax poplar into hypothermia]
mossy earth mufed, still,fruitage reaped mature
autumn cheek--lip blazes voice blazes
thorny pleasuresyou:
cloistral bee-hive, quiet nestyou, alarm & malfunction
nothingness, unmeekphantomesque
on sea salt clawing
eye-balls
may never love symbolsor wanted wings, or sentimental
gures on a shell, urn
---poesy, how it temptsvision as an idle nymph
how it pulp and tauteyes love more than
ambition
love more than forgettingsweat music, hypnosis
woman lounges expressionless[ Venus ] waiting
for the explosion of bees
our eyes meet over the slaughterarticulate (what? the echoed huskhas uttered) of never
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the muskof memory a long-healedscar the long pink muscle rupturesmoistening the mouths arroyo
red net (the slow members lonely missive) timely ripped,hectic and terse,a lobotomized muse autonomically muttering
ecumenical names,or the dumb litany of dna
eructations tarred and etiolatedyet ardent foam
a thread sore and teething
with agues knot (more ineradicable than gordians)monosyllabic as I
segues tender naf,hot and contiguous,
gin old sleeves id. woeless the decalescent
necessity, a night lingeringly Gnostic and idle,a thousand hours descendantbirthed again and shed, your absence an anemic typo, an ought
near all, popular axioms sugared coat.
a lilting list deled (is deied), fuming with hot ears yesterday,now a melting somnolence, erupting in a tamed umbra,a named pear molting an age of tear and frost.
the hectored keel names you a taut seizure,an aubade, an echo log, I a voice you wrote,
seized,your Alba on a pillory, sere, usurious, a yelpneither of wildernesses nor yet yours,a city of unhabited towers. a country of crepuscular silences.
a swarm of tongues.you, o, mouthing
whys: a library where countless bodieslay
prostrate stacked cordwood
cordially yoursfor the molten
tongues.candles will not be dened as Jesus votiveson the bed, our balloon stomachsmoist with dead love,invisible sighs in the sheets, Ive crept past oiled-downshadowsescaped memories of beds
in morning sheen, waist like motherglistening in placentamoons
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for we whore our clitoridesno longer vanilla,softwe watch the walls
and ink our browswith henna--burn candlesburn incenseburn like a Vesuvial eye
this world of disappearing footstepsand silent prayer, performing illusionsof art not omensnot immensity of ghostsin searching broken glass
one must leave spacebetween the cracks
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ash/head/high/lights denespaces where gods lie,presence being a form of artice
in a space
all space
accid tendons ashwith lightning arcs of
agony, for after all, wehave never movednever stirred
even rising from a bed
awash in shadows; beinggods we do not wish to see
the brute thrustsof oceanic memory
two gaping absencescoll(oc)ated, margins just-ied and fraying the bar
yawns, as thoughtof trespass must
to let the darkness swallowus, to thread, with arabesquesof dear john letters, to-
gather; you may speakour silence yet
in the hung-over dawnyour footsteps creaking upthe spines staircase to-
ward the hauntedhouses of the skull.
imagine all the lonely ghostswalking in
the soft rain of your blood.
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escaping through the window leavessilence & her sweat behind--nowis a tiny sheath upon the cranium
a tongue ornament-tinyan orb pregnantpolished spit & metallic loquatone miniature machine
polished sunlight into bellybee-swollenescape the Swarming Room
all red curtains, are, backdrop
against a swollen chairthat of careful porcelaintender dew leads from
we are specks barely placed
inside sunken-into eyesthat of wires spoken ofsubtly & without observation
Only succeeding in her sweatbefore the diffused sunlight kissthe rush of escape
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totalsme nowinbeige
we imag(in)e a color a placea mood abode
a space exact andcompleteinitself
werepose
in our cartographers dreamsa map that was a place /beginningof a fantasy epic
--
to dayI min black
back words mo(u)rning
--
she onlysucceeded in her weight herself constant ly surpassingas sols collapse to span
as in after -glow
an echo tolled in thehollows of sungold after- noona hum as of lastsummers beessilkfuzz legs strumm-ing nerves wire-wrapped chords
tongues polished mahogany, leavinga dewdrop of lacquerhardening to crystalline cracks, tracing
the hours alluvial branchessoon come a chrysalis to sift to dust
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ab ovo: *thus shell brittlekeptwhere waxy sheath unfurls
with: where clogs fur mossy
in the sealant: weve kept
spittle she
nights dew-stung: with pearl:here eyes waxed-awake beginas oor constellations:the
mosque-prayer a tongue
of origin: her virgin
fawns glossa
chastised: gentle yew strung-out:
to catch a weeping mother:
offer milk: offer egg whites:
*utterance: *that coo of malignant
muscles: twitchingneedle: barn-raised:
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body to engineer the isin the same way that the seahad only to lick the earth where it grewto a pins bones
down through the tombs inward arch
there a felicitous light swells into substance which sees as you seethat at most the past is lost and
no more walks in the wood.I was thinking, but suffering does not. Thenone man no longer made one thing.
the wrecked horn of the body wracked
at the fever of tonguesto demand the time of dayfrom the meatus. running water
never disappointed.
a blurring one can see means they will never nd itat the going rate your body gave youthen. then the truth is then
they fall in lovewithout knowing that you knocked. then
to grant life, then I would darkenwhere some sound (some labial) might have kept the cave openlike wood left in the rain and then- so much light, gone -enamored, forgiven by dust
they were never violentsimply forgotten by the goodness of beaststhe velvet slipping evening airtheir esh now refers(even as they lie side by side like two
blood oranges, bereft to pimpled skin)not to ochre or to humus
but to communities where the news is deliveredand lips taste of backs of postage stamps(where things belong together with themselves)
meaning less, but means none the less.
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what ash-talcum to spore the body
in a sea of white warmth
as the brow damp with seaspray
an octopus dons fresh epidermis
you prick your ngers
tug a bobbin, its milky anges
double-up at the thought
of yarn and wire--thinking
of salinity and vapour parted
about the tongue
with lips arched and incandescent
Ive rolled you on my tongue esh
and found the spittle most relaxing
a sheen of silky amphetamines
the hair grows wild about the ankles
and falls in seaweed bath, dead nettles
providing the gimlet of coral teeth
to shift against, to roll hallowed against
the shore
I display the bone wreckage in a glass jar
you see the sponge humus coarsened and skeletal
cremains--all portals between the skin afore the
sphere before the magnitude of worlds unspoken
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we want to feel how the shell must feel
as the barren wasteland echoes in volumes
as the ash settles into pumice against the brow
we covet, tense into cylinders, unveiling the impenetrable
breath of rocky surfaces--alone--hollowed-out--counter
to creations bounty, its Beauty.
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what ash to come to porethe cauls canal
in white seizuresthe moths
swarm to root
chitinous resin of yesterdays shed as spideresh
sublimes the lankly hanging tendons ache.needle prick and wheel
spinas threads
wick an oily rewire-twitch ignition
of twinning tongues
hips concave andvex lips co
llapse then llatewax and enteeth can
not or celledtheme at
dear dearth hold this
slow coldlapse to fold
still, teething you slowbone rend thruinfatpink
your lips cicatrix
dry esh to saline sandpaper medryly rust
ling
dip your claws in inkI pulse &write,
rite
right
me me relic query enrapt in soiled sheets stilled waves
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your maize-husk, your bone rattle, maracaslled with milkteeth
its arid, sere
what speaksthe pulse all iron reeks of
that sounds
yet cradled inthe horns peristaltic stop motion
growth
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a shadow pregnant--take your maternal mouthinto the dark & hold
not your wings--emboldenedin my mouth--
but rather the solitude of
each feather
each aerie in the cloudstranslated into cool blue,
planted kisses, a trailof serpents & dusk dustedabout the hips, the mist again?
(he, rhetorically)
not from candelabrum, your relicas I thought the wings artful, liturgical,
every down lining disastermoist with debris, efuviapleasures tattered, presumed
so wither-wild, ghostly in the great cometsof your eyes, Ive seen cinematic
chargesof lapped-up sea-foam& swallow
how the birds loopabout the head in halo-form
know the pleasures of greed, of pickingthe skin apart to nd the most fullling meat
or how, once sparkling,your body stretched to greet mein a great crucixion
a bloom of red salivafrom your palms
& the ashes, fauna, faint music
in the distance
circling about the head
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your mouthful of mint-green hallways sterile lighta pang as delicateas sparrow bones as you
tongue each phalange andvertebrae a minute
muscle utters a nal throb and
eruptsa shiver of pluckedeshbeneatha forest ofautumnal trees coruscates
in a febrile breathdreaming of the little thingsyou nger alluvial veins, donningtimelike a suit of scales:
borne off to ceaseless little wars.
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recall to bone& hope to pebble womb--
the day is done when bodyinto ash
( I was counting beyond)
the waves between thighswhile shadows allowed no
modication in the thick
he parched earthwith mourn& of morn
thawed & calmveins, the windowsill;a love for rare birds
the we self-confessedinside each others skin
erratic--------
the mask of me waitsto be misplaced
somewhere in the night
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of no, or dawnin no
the raw yawnsspace enough for us
a word erupts a bonewhich, once owered, like
a reeking orchid beds us
abo/ides an endin ush & creeper
our nails shriek cross
alphabetic blackboardsto raise a calcite dusk
which only limns again
silkendry
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busking (on) each othersstreet
corners
walking, the wrong side, riskingnight
soil deluge
or redlightspecials
do your
Saturns daynight
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to sift and scar
the chaff in windof breath
a way to weightlessness again
alls thus in excessexecuted
in ecclesiaeas in a will
last
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immortal remnant, at least, whats
passed-on.
what a stolen key forgoton tumbling locksof Bluebeards for-
bidden parlor:
- same as words upon a pageforgot
that whats said is alwaysat expanse of silence. is
(so) silenced
that the urn will never beas beautiful as was
when red by the artisans callused palmslest eyes it was lent weight
not mask but workthe febrile accid eshthe tic-tock swinging hinder partstoo sea-rich this stink to forgetin the face of Romes glossed pages
or all the glancing (glazing) faces
that throw (ow) her on the wheel.