Fan
Blinded, I felt my way closer to the dripping
on your new snout (a delicious and rare button),
What I later popped and swallowed
now brings me closer to your glorious stink.
In later months fresh decay hobbles across these muscular lands,
(Now robbed wombs, collapsed and still)
These red turds are swallowing entire corpses like handfuls of dark
Mexican chocolate squares.
This is the State of the Unionless, I suppose,
Designed to drag these gray torsos forward.
Meaningfully by our licked-out sockets
On fresh cuts over the dewy blades of envy.
--Aaron Cohen,
COPYRIGHT July 30 2011
The Bodyguard Found Us Not Breathing
The Bodyguard Found Us Not Breathing
A new kind of cock to hide our fur from the starved thieves
May need to be part of this misunderstood sequence.
I'm desperate for your grasp, even if it is weak, even if it
is Monday.
Even if it is a drawing, a yellow kite, even if it is a goodbye
Or good-riddance kiss. Wet, sweet note.
The note might come in the form of a pattern.
It would take me years to understand Seconds to fashion response.
At once the (near) dead must be photographed, turned to flashcards,
Turned on their stomachs, turned and turned again.
--AARON COHEN, WRITTEN AT CREMA CAFE IN PORTLAND OREGON
JULY 30 2011
A new kind of cock to hide our fur from the starved thieves
May need to be part of this misunderstood sequence.
I'm desperate for your grasp, even if it is weak, even if it
is Monday.
Even if it is a drawing, a yellow kite, even if it is a goodbye
Or good-riddance kiss. Wet, sweet note.
The note might come in the form of a pattern.
It would take me years to understand Seconds to fashion response.
At once the (near) dead must be photographed, turned to flashcards,
Turned on their stomachs, turned and turned again.
--AARON COHEN, WRITTEN AT CREMA CAFE IN PORTLAND OREGON
JULY 30 2011
Minor Fable
Minor Fable
Guy imagines smoking long cigarettes,
Drinking a tolerable cabernet
Eating daffodils or Delicates.
At work: Was told
Please take the package.
A washcloth/overthecounter offered.
Paperwork unfinished, Guy walked.
Never returned
(just to leave again).
Pretending you're dead is hard work
Pretending you're hard at work is unbearable
He retold this to many people.
For him, it was important.
It would''ve been nice to say he lived to be one hundred,
Children and grandkids gathering to hear it.
--AARON COHEN, PORTLAND,
COPYRIGHT 2010
Guy imagines smoking long cigarettes,
Drinking a tolerable cabernet
Eating daffodils or Delicates.
At work: Was told
Please take the package.
A washcloth/overthecounter offered.
Paperwork unfinished, Guy walked.
Never returned
(just to leave again).
Pretending you're dead is hard work
Pretending you're hard at work is unbearable
He retold this to many people.
For him, it was important.
It would''ve been nice to say he lived to be one hundred,
Children and grandkids gathering to hear it.
--AARON COHEN, PORTLAND,
COPYRIGHT 2010
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