Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Train the eye to read the dream’s uniform ~
Know the blood in the lover who liberates kins the violence guarding the prison.
They are aped in the flexing, matched the fist working duplicate shifts. This is the
duplex. Fear is a figure fellowed against ideals of emptiness.
When your mom crossed the border, she dreamt of iced orange juice ~
Let’s organize every etc. to make the red hare feel at home in the rainbow. Fireflies
reduce trees to illuminated manuscripts. Diacritics of driftwood lack verbs to address
rising levels of ambient stress in Americanist schools. A uniform told me his heart
bleeds raw denim.
Thus I occupy the pew who invades me ~
To explain how I love him in the kitchen after purchasing a one-way ticket to
Barcelona in a dream that is not yet the nightmare I am
leaving ~
One can’t divide this first dream from the darkness He crawled into. A snake coils
across a stone, connoting bliss. Birds will be birds, I tell our children, then bury the
tibia.
My soul eats cold hashtags. The law is a bible belt wound round eight ankles. I lost
the bubbles we blew, and grew the bones I keep hiding from children.
Sex covets the energy of strobe lights ~
We name this color after the math
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~ Bury fear in a footnote, a figure of speech
~ Amber waves of sunlight lick sewage drains for silt.
~ There is a shiny machine in you, he says: a twinkling tin with magic buttons. One
must know which to press.
~ I crawled into a broom closet where he was humping a full-figured fitness
instructor as billboards kept hymning Baby Got Back your dead mother flew to Brazil
for rectal implants. All these things happened inside the mind of god in a minute.
~ What happens in a god’s mind goes on for eternity.
Excerpted from 43 Infra-noir objects