2013 EROS #2
Ars Poetica Summoning the devil is hard work and takes guts. I don’t know that you’re there yet. I have yet to see proof of your guts. When you hold a fistful of your entrails in your hand like buckshot, easy as Indiana running from stone, we’ll talk. Until then, keep pulling down clouds.
This is What Your Love Looks Like (Your Love Blows Up Like Blue Gas Bombs) pressure, colorless, odorless, tasteless, non-‐toxic, nonmetallic, highly combustible plays a particularly important role with reactions exchanging between soluble molecules.
Ars Poetica When I dream I dream of you dancing with gold feathers in your green sweatshirt puffed out like a pillow I have never lost one of them I keep them in my for later my
Here is Your Poem About My Insides Over the summer I was also squashed visibly sick. I get guilty, then I get angry, then I get angry for being guilty, then I remember again.
Ars Poetica Shine bright like a You got those gold teeth wolf breath with all the water streaming out the caveities like dolphins peacing corpserot bitch you think you got you
2012 You are very high. If you jump you will live while falling. You will get a hummingbird and beautiful hummingbirds will die of cancer in mid-‐air. I will. It will be painful. You are a brave little girl.
Ars Poetica When you carved Dream Song 14 on the coffee table your hands remembered all the words to spill without looking-‐-‐ you burned all the shavings alone.
Jams Lost is dudes that are (sometimes) stuck onan island, lots of drama. Sexiest, oiliest, toughest power dynamics in silly bee history. I won't dehydrate myself this time. Maybe.
Ars Poetica When she got what she wanted this story is supposed to end with her not having wanted it but she wanted it oh yes and then she wrote it on her knees like teenage skin
of Mermaid Wives
your hair got long in time I knew you just couldn’t find you painted the mountains in the creek shallows later, under cigarette haze, you’ll lend me lips fade on me like always when you're drunk you like pregnancy like staph bedroom lights your thighs.
Ars Poetica Is the string binding your guts like sausages too tight? You are your own butcher. Get in there. It’s going to kill you.
Hoc Accidens You didn’t listen and summoned him anyway and now look at this mess you have made all the little girls screaming all the little boys dancing they should not be dancing a ruby hawk’s going to catch you by the throat and feed you to her babies the hawk is named for dark tongues and silent poetry and I will not warn you when it comes.
Thank You: Russ Woods, Jeannette Gomes, James Tadd Adcox, Jim O’Brien, FM Stringer, Zachary Schomburg, John Darnielle, Matt Rowan, Chris Madden, Emily Corvi, Thomas Simmons Jess Dutschmann is all over the place. She is from New Jersey.