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

Getting louder.. .—”Who am I.”
For I smell the blood of a kingdom undone.
Oh! Time to send reparations.
To let geese be gooses, and ducks be duckers,
troops be troopers, and people, poopers—this all just
rumour. Craps & flushes like a true adult
worm. Yardbird hardluck story:
Climbs to have a better view
in the commonwealth
of social efferents, and their diseases
perform insider-expos?
in the mall. “No green at all!” mudlark shriek. “In some songs
birds bear the witness of our inhumanity.” 15
with a #1 hit single, married her
hairdresser at 17. No more hit. No more single.
“This came to me one night
as a Pop-Up Video.” The new
mediation is speaking.
Needles in pies will not surmise
how happy we are not milking
—quit nudging—what are you doing—the—ow—
skies. Hope’s ahead, looking out
for an in. So I got on,
shut cupboard door—hiding
“elsewhere,” closet full.