new poetry and poetics edited by brian kim stefans - Arras.net

THE BEIGE SUPREMATIST
Each name cracks a jewel. A considerable literature exists. The darkness has feet
in it.
PENPERSONSHIP
Whatever comes, I will carve out a niche for myself, and there I will plant my
feet. But, to get the narrative job done, I must follow with my arms what my feet
cannot. I must remove number from the merely physical, and play it by the ear
of thumb.
If I could live “over” my life I would be wary of Enrique’s House of Cheese.
A turban leaks the brain totem.
I was living in the third person. I had always wanted this. I was near the bottom,
I had a dream in my hand, and a good position, with many men beneath him.
Marduk the wargod rebels against the Sea Hag and her chthonic totems. From
her giblets he creates the human race, and has Celine brought in to work with
Perelman on the script of Duck Soup.
Secret cells are dry.
Sea bursts body. Any number of someones over here. Thick cabinet neurons
atrophy dream towels. Miro tissues sipped oils. Square peels window mimicry.
I cocked an ear. I couldn’t think what else to do, except mechanically.
Pink twos.
Meat is a thought. The stars are a gas. I am compact and boiled down, earth-