Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
I spent a certain amount of cash at Forbidden Planet
Tower Records, the corner store on 9th & 1st southeast
corner, the corner store on 9th & 1st southwest corner
the corner store on 7th & 1st northwest corner, the candy
shop on 1st between 7th & 8th with the Mr. Do stand-up
video game, the pizza parlor on St. Mark’s & A southwest
corner with Moon Patrol, the candy shoppe on A between
8th & 9th w./ Double Dragon, the corner store on St.
Mark’s & A northwest corner that preceded Nino’s Pizzeria
Oscar’s newsstand on St. Mark’s and 1st, Garibaldi’s groceries
with the buggy booberry cereal on 9th and 1st, northwest
corner, the Yankee Stadium right field bleachers, Gem Spa’s
video game alcove on the St. Mark’s side, & I want all that
money back, I want, I want to be paid properly for my child-
hood acting career, powdered candy, welcome to golden
folks as forks, roll-tap consolation, it’s gonna be really really
hurt, your shot, beard at bad & gives still sucks, can’t mis-
handle the low strike, low helicopter hover in the pen
aluminum dog uploads obey the love-me-principles, kick to
metaphorical id, tomorrow’s probable parables charting
chromophobes, the promise of another person walking by
makes an empty street so frightening in the sketch, chase on
the walk-off deflection, the walk-off bobble, the splinter
of consciousness in the old open bowl head, don’t tell the
aleatories they’re being aggressive, a cabbie ran that candy
shop on 11th & 1st when it was a candy shop & he wasn’t
a cabbie, he said to me through his cab’s slot, front to back
caution tapes participants yap commotion tells
us to blow patience into strangers edge rental
said be fine that broken body had a being in a
humor consortium lean your body in without
leaving the line hold things up make them pay
random potable twenties in eighties sampling
shoebill dreaming of digging lungfish up & into
greater koodoo today pre-combine background
measure if you’re not a stuffed turn around the
diorama following you flashfloods eternity confro-
ntation with gemsbok sunflower helmet leans
into ribcage near elephant model oldling ob-
serving through glass eyes do they really never
see me really never really with sand on your
tushy and pantry pests a nice enough piece
of sense trade-in required the humongous
tentacle erupting into golf tourney asks what
vulgarity means it’s one of the forms of life a
book in reverse farewell replies conquerer in
red projection the beach an edge of ground
for matter factual monstrosity approval ceases
to be linear soon as it makes appearances word’s
root upending your littlest parts for starters
le leaping newboyish swirl blunted cretinism subs in
scrabble ballast muscle, to be a what costume clocked
on, if you don’t shroom slide think anyone’s looking
lifted from upstairs aptitude why engage eagle oil
peanut paper on a decision-making level, metal
photograph, fabric, wood canvas buttons, the fantasy
they eventually will, stool screams for a sack, be on
my stride, canyon adapts, special teams pan, eye drop
an elephant on your head module from a stone’s
back, no sweat without fruit fly, thrills of soft anxiety
fused ankle, scissors in hand, only his torso was lost
all policy riders in indigo panic punt blockers jump-
ing to touch suckers as rareties, shaky dots denying
entry, resurrection’s revenge in cut-out light, bobbing
resurgent cowbobs, leg whips in mole space sauce
sleeping at intersections out of the question’s abs-
olution, a pain in my lean’s asses, driftwood nanobots
& their fake accents head butt on the swing, spider-
style, tawdry shimmies w./safety features, jarred giant
centipede down twenty at the half, & then I’m joust
like ads against myself half-fast, but the cat waved from
what once was a planet, & the cat waved sliding across
Saturn’s rings, & the cat winked out of Jupiter’s eye
milking clock with the turd herds enforcing
sentiment from every knowy slant of stage
gold painted A in sky balloon coming paperless
onto post, where else but in fiction can a design
fight with its support & win, I’m officially blood-
letting brotherfucker’s spatialized interior flow
across its externalized comport, down with the
related splitting, immediacy’s pelicans granted
permission, the detour feeling very solid in the
communal uncoherence, go home juice, no chance
tracking, that thing sticking logo pump lighting
out of your person plane, claiming hug simulations
but only on adult surfaces, rupture a certain settle-
ment in the soul grease, nonstop service from JFK
ain’t never gonna write a fucking novel, I stretch
a cardboard barricade across an imaginary table
& refuse a plagiarized request to recuse myself
the open invitation to have anything laminated
was a come on I couldn’t bear, a by-laws infraction
bears couldn’t bear, tongue winch, thudding oil
on paper, demo zone lot wall says Geno moved
to 11th Street through a diamond view, a blue
baby drips red outline, eye candy for survivors
sand winged foot box in canary recall maybe
entitled to atoning sacrifice, wood newel cap
blackmailed facetiously by quanta, miscast
recast as stand in, tacky jetty, goodbye into, &
metal wing shit on all over again’s chalky out-
lined pliability of chance peeled off the nudist
payphone museums where Titan dreams are
launched, minus the bewildering flatness, on
expensive slum corners, in post-realist brack-
etologies, with help me be beestly pure, children
do the dirty lifestyle migration work, every aud-
ience forgets to relearn speech, on sides, peoples
dig diaper posts, upside filling the boxscore
then I make a hatchet from the iron in my orgs
fashion a nest out of falling glass in what’s left
of Astor Place, my pet-balloon canyon state for
the failure of civilization to ever see anything
but itself coming on oil, paper, printed paper
printed reproduction, wood, glass jar on metal
chain, & fabric on canvas equals Talisman
staring into the play out as ump & pear, shoe-
rail & fillet, at special angles butted with coped
end, constellations get happy gliding down
Hosmer’s brows to browse the leaving field
the tern nesting area near the cannons of Comfort Road
a cross-tabulational analysis, from the just outside part
one time, and for to of with on in everybody, it sounds
like I can’t describe it, I’d like to thank life on Mars, run
turn offs resubmit, they’ll never have enough predictive
morphic cathedral in falllight, the sleight of death’s hand
names have to fail your pain, nudge the mini-geometrics
begging for micro-apellation, (they’re not), they would
love to see you at their sister bars, I suspect, my head
freezer services, leaf dust invasion foreshortened by xeno
our client’s only regret is not finding us sooner, preferred
wolf in Bryn Mawr, lonely no stopping for repairs sign
the chicken a couch, naming the great dane after a were-
door, servicing all makes and models, the duck is a chair
is a boot, the line never really straight, if there’s a back
sorry baby, babe, child, girl, daughter, Sylvie, S, eldest
fractured monkeybar wrist, the hot take pain that arghs
nerdy reflection, death by antlers, fuck the lean into grey-
grey, attracted to folded outlines of scrag bills, severed
head adjusts to its new content, in New York we take
great pains, to spread death out, pat death down, echo
future muggings, the star in fact a rock, insistence is futile
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