March 19, 2011

some ARCANE CARNAL KNOWLEDGE by Feng Sun Chen

more progress

in the middle of the vast labyrinth
of cyborg rose clusters
lies another contraceptive barrier

no more babies!
no more babies!

in clean parts of the world
anyone can be a man
and shoot out confetti wonders
just like this

*

mary mother

oh my god
your head
it rolls
my baby my curdle my soap
where do babies come from
they are like soft stones that cry
alien magic
and your little death nub
it is wrinkled and small like a slug
a slug on a pillow
cabbage of salty juice
i sense it inside you, the end of everything
the end of the world is soft
and deformed with love

*

tramp

i pledge allegiance to nothing
especially not the melodramatic flag
garbage floating in urban wind
ditches are filled
because of allegiance

*

fragment xi

are you bored yet?
with the blood warming everywhere?
from the ceiling to the floor
all over my clothes
let’s sell it
for big cash
oriental drenched in red
i will sell my pain
drink it
at the bottom
is your fortune
from my bloodpump
to yours

*

love fragment ii

i know a little preety thang
who has a little preety hart
i used to bang him
it reminded me of the time
i had the belly flu
i did not eat for weeks
i became an old lady
love is thinking about the future
it is like greasing the bull bones
you trick yourself gleefully
nothing is like the glee of love
it brings the bacon home
the strips of firework fat
splattering over your face
smells like death in heaven

5 comments:

stephen said...

jeez

hi, mary!

the last lines feel particularly quotable

Feng Chen said...

ur prtclrly quotable

Feng Chen said...

:)

stephen said...

:)

Chris Moran said...

i like these poems