Visual Poems
Monthly Archives: September 2023
<< Hand Me Downs >>
See, David, handwriting
is slung as writing on your hand.
it casts off its first stone thrown,
into the brick walls of interpreted realities
Stretched out elastic vowels
spearheading a consonant.
from the core, of your fist as vocal chords
chords are chores for resonance
to future-tense stories that can only be pasts
your stories, David, will now iterate and virally spread where then fissures show as freedom to literacy. For it’s spaces creating words, the hum of your sling interrupts continuity into their birth
they exist for monotony does then not
The words are discreetness you pass liminally
superimposed into a crack forming a negative space in Goliath’s skull who is then inundated with teaspoons of reason till death does its part and silence then resolves your stand off
The world, this hand me down, is now your paralipomenon, David. Spoil it well, spell it well, leave it out, fill it in, throw a stone with it and spielen Sie auf der Welle, David.
—animasuri’23
<< Prostitute Poet >>
Some poets are two-liners some are three
They repeat in and out of stride with the page
they call in at the least human hour for errands from the mind coped with ease and pulled out of a hat dangling with whistles and their phrasing ringing a bell It’s the sexual orientation between pen and paper do you carry it left or rightward penetrating upper layers angled onto the smooth skin of the empty canvas period and then nothing more off to the publisher who sanctions the matrimony with a public statement as words as pubic hair as sprinkled as snow as sugar sweet enticement of high brow pornography let the cultured look in for you perform a two by two or a threesome lined up on a sheet of promise and a hint of a punctum as the final resting place for remembrance until the next riddle comes along
—animasuri’23
