from the womb not the anus WHITE asbestos snowfall on 911

(written after eating only white foods for a day
while under the influence of “108” written
on my forehead with fresh semen),

                                                                               it's a dog
                                                                                  my heart

                                                                          my war hair
                                                                             gets the dead
                                                                                 tangled express message
                                                                                                   sent to meet
                                                                                         the approaching
                                                                                                           fist

                                                                                              wince
                                                                                               but
                                                                                        do not
                                                                                          burn
                                                                                  away

                                                                               from more
                                                                               than one
                                                                         thing and
                                                                                 more than
                                                                        one day
                                                                           Apathy

                                                                      break from
                                                                        room where
                                                                          electricity
                                                                      hums for
                                                                        years

                                                                     retrieve
                                                                 mind from
                                                                          socket and
                                                                                 tingly
                                                                        crotch that
                                                                        created this
                                                                                 world

                                                                        does having the
                                                                                    ear of
                                                                               angels
                                                                             impress?

                                                                                      but
                                                                                 I would
                                                                           rather speak
                                                                                to you

                                                              Dear Admiral White Pants
                                                                              thanks for
                                                                             the field
                                                                         guide to
                                                                             extinct
                                                                        animals

                                                              you make me the
                                                                    belly who
                                                                       birds push
                                                                through at last

                                                                  the rich can
                                                                      hire a dominatrix
                                                                            my mother could
                                                                                  only afford to
                                                                                     marry badly

                                                                            everything you
                                                                                   know and
                                                                                       do not
                                                                                   know can
                                                                               be yanked
                                                                                      apart no matter
                                                                                                  who you
                                                                                                          can
                                                                                                       afford

                                                                                                   post
                                                                                              traumatic
                                                                                           stress the
                                                                                                     grass
                                                                                          bleeding
                                                                                       chlorophyll

                                                                                        do you
                                                                                      like your
                                                                                  fluids to
                                                                              travel together?

                                                                           tell me please
                                                                                  about
                                                                            the calm you
                                                                                  seek when
                                                                                            war is
                                                                                               over

                                                                           my uncle sneered to
                                                                             say what a horrible
                                                                                    soldier you
                                                                                   would make!
                                                                                nicest
                                                                                thing
                                                                        anyone's ever
                                                                                        said
                                                                                       of me

                                                                               a dove
                                                                             lands but
                                                                                       I say nothing
                                                                               no spell
                                                                                broken

 

 

 

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CAConrad’s childhood included selling cut flowers along the highway for his mother and helping her shoplift. He escaped to Philadelphia the first chance he got where he lives and writes today with the PhillySound poets. The poem included in Sink Review is part of a book forthcoming from Jack Kimball’s FAUX Press in late 2007. Soft Skull Press published Deviant Propulsion in 2006. The Book of Frank is forthcoming in 2008 from CHAX Press. A selection of The Book of Frank was recently translated into German by Berlin poet Holger, and a bilingual chapbook is now available from Carrie Hunter’s YPOLITA Press.