Jessica Savitz - STILL LIFE OF THE HERD
I am perfume without its bottle on! A steeple headdress you offer me?
I humiliate the grass.
No mercy for the obscene! Someday I will wear a hound's tooth coat I swear to Christ Almighty
I sharpen my pencil with a knife and have hugeous hands!
I wear an orange robe
5,679,327 pure gold batteries and genuine leather twigs to pin up my black hair!
I read a novel and little hairs fall all over the page:
"All the animals steaming over the hill."
Will you triumph in the after-life cycle? I mean there I am
with the other young feeding upon my own sloppy breasts.
I move through the still frozen clouds of snow.
I campaign for decadent feed.
I shower off my education.
I am the one who told them to use hammers inside the pianos. Treatment
of musical areas. Earliest popular music of all nations: Let us jump
three times as the star lands. Enough.
People within the improved fences of picnics stepping over
a single mountain. |