Dysmorphexia
roughshod bastard teeters
a stale basket she felt
the prod rape paper cup
the morsel brass tacks
swallowed back hanging
by neck in closet by wardrobe
necking the walls of scraps
newspaper debris wicked
on the floor sweeping
cane from my pocket
concealed from closet
garments of exposed fashion
alleged legible leg stockings
snug on the pregnant calf
heavy petting in a pen surge
that slithers past a military call
perforce the future of story
the tall tale talent of recipe
off burnt kitchen shavings
tomorrow’s phantom stomach
digesting the throat of a
pinky’s curled over grope
This poem originally appeared in The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats, an anthology of poetry written by Mike Giardina. The complete the anthology is available below:
Table of contents:
- Sun Shine Body
- On arrival in a lot of no civilization and plenty of letters,
- The unable to deliver
- An upwards slanted walk
- A familiar voice
- Those who have a standard way of going
- Left each chapter within us
- Warm smile not found in her cigarette
- To regain his composure for figures
- Food for rejecting his feet
- Even during--even if it during
- Lying on the floor, stretched after stir
- A soldier frames the wall
- A step by boulder
- A train by life station
- I was able to take the old north of town
- Fledgling
- Job
- Bradbury's closet
- A mummy's leggings
- Sipping mother's sweat
- Flash like an individual there
- I realize the skyline while playing catch with mother's death
- Running far away from a city, to return a week later
- Dysmorphexia
- Carried the clock over
- We have been meeting years
- Chocolate Italian princess
- Champion of Years
- "How much longer will I be able to remount the mothproof thrusting..."
- Over as rivers are over