Antonin's Junk
after Le Pèse-nerfs
~ Deuxième Lettre de ménage
I need beside me a sweetheart
one whose disorder plays no host to my dog foul rage
I see you more without a sense of fear and unease of late
No longer can I come home at night to endless solitaire
without a woman to touch my hand. This woman need not be pretty
need not be composed of an excessive intelligence
I just need her to have eyes
And only for me.
I think you will appreciate the frankness
with which I am talking to you. I need a woman to take care of me
take care of the small details; to whom I can return no matter the hour
to chap the lips she parts like a curtain
to hang from their precipice
her saliva hardcore vinaigrette
Our tongues flailing like an exorcism of flukes
Night in thy mouth like a nourishing milk
galleons battle to stay afloat in the storm of thy hair
as we begin in the darkness
the absolute
Mummy, new hands
whose appalling shadows
take the shape of a bird on the walls of thy womb
to communicate my message
a new body;
one which you will never forget
a body mystic and pure as the polar star
thine orgasm fake like my sorrow; the worst and most reliable witness
Raoul Moat,
plump and heavy-jowled,
raises his voice to scream – his howl
an arrow piercing the crust
of ancient bucolic
This man will die with a shoe on his head
OBLIVION / UPROOTED our sympathy
as the pigs convene under the big blue alcove
of the vault which hangs above us
Who shall sacrifice thee to keep them at bay?
The stars dine. The rain forward slash
opens its flight toward the summits / the night sweeps away the waste / of the
banquet we merely pick at
Zero obscenity calls tonight
An earthquake padlocked tight on my heart
Its aftershock ongoing beneath the city of my scalp
The seabed reassembled by crustaceans
Clawed things the names of which
"We cannot tell you
Mr.
because"
Here the sea has stopped
My heart gave hump when they damaged the pump
Out in the sea, to punish the fish
(How Sylvia of me)
Now the little fish are all dead
The fish of the sea are dead
Because they preferred to be
All the little fish know
It is better to be
To learn the meaning of the sea
Than to obey
Give me the following proof of your intelligence:
understand that everything I say is a fierce egoism, but true
and has nothing to do with this powerful tenderness
this inalienable feeling I have for you
I do not want to live in awe
I know full well it is love that fuels your concern
because you are a freak
like me
This can only lead to bad blood between us
and is not conducive to the pursuit of an ordinary life
i.e. to actually have a life. There are too many ties that bind us
so I beseech you take your leave
Let us make for ourselves a different life
One that begins with your back to me
The slamming of a door
But one that does not separate us.
There was a long pause.
“Is that all?” said Alice timidly.
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