Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Constructing sanctuaries to pussy,
one must be overly careful not
to overdo the Thing. After all,
upholstered trees exist for lounging
and it’s said this summer we need a knob,
but the pussy craves not these for its furnishings.
We acquire at length our first raw furnishings:
wicker chairs—two tight, one padded for pussies;
sheets; a pressure cooker; utensils; the ubiquitous knob;
a fourth wider wicker chair, unspooled at the top—not
nearly so fine as the ruined couch to lounge in;
talk desks, bookshelves, worktable, all.
Mixed up he was in his brainspace, for it was ever all
he could do not to picture its pink furnishings
gray plasticised mortuary matter lounging
cased in airless halls: skinned dick, dissected pussy,
mortis-stiff, embalmed and stripped for revelation. Not
for tears, this: states of existence; cosmic twiddling of knobs.
Was a season a veritable dearth of knobs!
wherein nowhere was there to be found in all
him (stomach, veins, intestines) the root of the knot—
like, its original face, free of flesh apparatus furnishing,
which, if seen, might be called a sort of ‘soul pussy’,
worn to, but after and before as well, the lounge.
Always with questions, asking, ‘How live lounger?’
twirling keys round restless middle-finger knob.
The lover will occupy her or his own with pussy:
most inscrutable of locks; scene of one and all
true breaks (both into and out of); furnishing
cave of the stuff of us, and paint; choke-knot
of desire for death back into samsara, not
free entire, but joyous in devotion to the lounging
(read, ‘lunging’) red thread of perpetuation, furnishings
c/o United Advanced Genetic Corporation’s staid-tuned knob
playing a full-blast beat-plan for self-advancement in all
homes worldwide, from the very heart of the pussy
googleplex. Furnishing Divine, be sure of double-doors, and not
to forget the pussy willow groves along the riverside, for lounging,
nor the keystone’s hooded ocular knob, whose wings encompass all.
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