We had such a fun poetry reading at my place in August! 20 people showed! And people got to read for the first time! It was simply magical. Thanks to Geetanjali Joshi!
Then we recreated the magic in September at Sante Bar!
Here are the two poems I read:
Monaco
From the yacht
We let go of the rudder
Bolt the door
Listen to the coupling
Greased by bribes
Clothes molted on the bed
Feathers from a broken pillow
Flying to disturb
The hot air
Stippling crimson
With exertion
Don’t touch the blister
She whispers
Above dull muddy depths
Screaming into the padding
He bottles tension
Until he droops at last
Ballast exhausted
Listing to port then
Collapsing
In the dark
From memory
Splintered into pieces
How was it?
Answer, reply!
No answer.
At a loss
for words
I’m suffering
The statue of liberty on the east coast
Should have a partner
Statue of responsibility on the west coast
Or what about a statue of equality?
But do you know how to suffer?
Spinoza says, “Emotion which is
Suffering, ceases to be suffering
As soon as we form a clear and precise picture of it.
But it’s good I have to take a break
It’s good I have to wait
To long for, to overcome
the days and weeks and hours
Until-I get home
Like Sagawa I say,
Fingers stained with cigarette tar
Caress the wiggling darkness
Watch out! If you don’t write patriotic stuff
The Shiso Keisatsu (thought police) will come and arrest you
While everything sneered
Night was already in my hands
I smoke his golden bats.
The sound of the bell shaves away
Tree flesh piece by piece
Because time no longer exists here
In winter all things are
Nothing more than the projection of spirits
Embracing for spirits
Tangled like wet yarn
I crack an egg and the moon comes out
Damp air flows past my cheek
My vision is about to come to a halt