Tag Archives: Fucking

from Poet Laundromat: An Invocation to the Thunder

… Shake butter from the cream Get hard and freeze to crack a wall though you happen very slow until you do like earthquakes come and then it’s Now Crack white light slivers from a cloud Spread mold upon the bread and dead moss upon […]

Fucking

… … for John and Ruth A bedroom. North Philadelphia. 1972 Ouvrez-moi cette porte où je frappe en pleurant. —Apollinaire Open this door where I knock weeping. … I I will come to you with a candle burning light a stick of incense comb and […]

Fucking II, part I: My phallus in a shaft of morning sunlight

… My phallus in a shaft of morning sunlight. Shall we examine it and its environment? Dust is also in this shaft of sunlight in, out of it, on things as equally as the light on the mattress and my books the wine bottle and […]

Fucking I: I will come to you with a candle burning

… Ouvrez-moi cette porte où je frappe en pleurant. …………—Apollinaire Open this door where I knock weeping. I I will come to you with a candle burning light a stick of incense comb and braid your hair with sparrows’ feathers gathered from the sidewalk cinnamon, […]

Fucking II, part II: Poet Laundromat: I see a Tiajuana donkey leans

… Poet Laundromat was published with the help of Stephen Spera & Philadelphia Eye & Ear Press in 1983. It comes from a long poem I was working on called Fucking, but it took its own form from the larger poem and became itself. … […]