This Is Not Poetry #27
David Kennedy
The latest! Hot toss!
On public bodies!
Too starved! Sucked!
Sleek! Geek!
Gimp! Blimp! Pimped!
Exterior minds! Mined! Mine!
I share
their catastrophes,
fellate their stigmata
with my tongues
of credit, in nows,
like theirs, always
punctured
or courting it.
Public bodies: forgetting forms.
I see directly: know nothing.
This is the only church
I can.
I want to meet myself
impossibly.
_____________________________________________________________________
Constellation: Alice Notley
[#] Birkbeck Centre for Poetics
[#] Openned Video Constellation of Readings
[#] Return to “Intercapillary Space” Notley Contents page
“an exterior mind...//...forgetting forms”
Alice Notley, ‘Our Violent Times’
The latest! Hot toss!
On public bodies!
Too starved! Sucked!
Sleek! Geek!
Gimp! Blimp! Pimped!
Exterior minds! Mined! Mine!
I share
their catastrophes,
fellate their stigmata
with my tongues
of credit, in nows,
like theirs, always
punctured
or courting it.
Public bodies: forgetting forms.
I see directly: know nothing.
This is the only church
I can.
I want to meet myself
impossibly.
_____________________________________________________________________
Constellation: Alice Notley[#] Birkbeck Centre for Poetics
[#] Openned Video Constellation of Readings
[#] Return to “Intercapillary Space” Notley Contents page
