DESECRATION #02] GUMMO: POETRY FROM THE TRASH VORTEX
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How do you write poetry from the filth?
Pasta with sauce and cherry shampoo
In a bathtub of rotten water.
Barbie dolls taped together.
Children selling chocolates.
How do you write poems with total solidity where everything has been leveled?
A boy who hunts cats by night;
A boy who tends to his grandmother in a coma;
A boy who dresses as a girl by night;
A boy who leaves the window slightly open.
How do you build surrealist verses on the periphery?
A Black dwarf in a Jewish t-shirt.
Drunks fighting a chair.
A Black dwarf seducing a fool.
American white trash arm-wrestling.
A rabbit found your dead cat.
Cockroaches crawling out of your family portraits.
A lump growing on your breast while they caress you.
A rabbit on a skateboard playing the accordion.
Girls painting their nails.
Two deaf-mutes arguing in a bowling alley.
Girls taping their breasts.
Another one shaving her eyebrows.
How do you write poetry from the remains?
Your mother won't let you listen to Madonna.
She tap-dances in your dead father’s oversized shoes,
And a gun is pointed at your head.
You can’t exercise your muscles with forks.
A rabbit swims with the pretty girls in a plastic pool.
The dead cat must be whipped to fulfill the ritual.
We have to go see the boy playing tennis.
A rabbit spits on the interstate.
A Rabbit,
A Dwarf,
An Albino,
My Libido.
Let everything turn into poetry before the next hurricane comes.
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Written under the influence of cheap nicotine and the ghosts of Xenia, Ohio. The hurricane is already here.
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