Phillip Zhuwao

Side by side

MY BLUE RESIGNATION CONCLUDE

               In their short lives
               Poets live longer

Disabled tongues snap red
Smack lips red lisps blood
               again

Causing shortsighted hiccups
               talking
               asking

Do I longer plead
               O love

Farm after farm Squatter
               Permanence
               Why?

Tell me
Threnodies of threat only beginning
And end no middle of
this snapping
Wire sound of
spattering faeces

Raging moon blue bolts leap
roasting on the bones of my fire
We swallowed whole chunks
Of unpronounced vocabularies

To look forth back
               agasp
Lot's girl
freaked

I turned word with no Sense
Why spite yourself then
to me rot my heart in flames of rust

Curse of thirteen splash of flood's fountain
               genius

Cloud of dust fast rodeo on horizons
Cataclysm orgasm on Galatea's rigid
               She
               Turn
               turn!

And then when we meet
A thousand times no more
               Will you see me again?

The cherubic face contorted
of boil's Point

Pouting macho after macho
of tequila roasting penises
with assadoes of burning wire

Slightly around my Scrotum

We never Sing knew Song
but plot and press electric hot
irons over . . .