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COLLABORATION POEMS ROUND #1 [MORE TO COME]


WHISKEY ON WEDNESDAY

today i gave three kids a bath. they made beards out of bubbles. JESUS CAME
AND JESUS HE TURNED THE WARM WATER TO WHISKEY. thanks, jesus.
jesus, i googled you today.

three pictures came up. the first one was of three children in a bath. the second was three children in an acid bath. the third was three children in a whiskey bath. what's the difference between acid and whiskey? JESUS SAID I KNOW HE SAID FROM UNDER THE ROCK HE SAID CHILD GOOGLE ME AND YOU WILL FIND THE LIGHT THE WHISKEY THE WATER THE BATH, CHILD GOOGLE ME

i replied jesus, MAKE ME A NEW PERSON, A WHOLE PERSON, THE KIND OF PERSON WHO COLLECTS RABBIT FOOT KEYCHAINS FOR GOOD LUCK AND SHOT GLASSES FROM EVERY STATE IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

we will fill our bathtub full of children with the shot glasses, and the rabbit's feet, and the whiskey and the rocks. the recipe FOR SALVATION=
rock + jesus + no one will ever know + 3 naked children + beards + 48 shot glasses, the contiguous u.s. of a only + GOOOOOOOOOOOGLE

IF U CAN CONTAIN IT U WILL OBTAIN IT

SALVATION
SALVATION
SALVATION

we named the children salvation 1, salvation 2, salvation 3






HELL IS OTHER PEOPLE


when i was young the hounds crowded the underneath of my bed they
ripped off my limbs & the jagged blood beads formed
of solid light. mosaic & in my dreams
i had to regenerate all my own body parts--
the calyx, the corolla, the cunt is not
is not a flower. despite the swelling, unfolding.
he killed her, stabbed her throat in the heat of the night.
three blonde girls hopped after
blue balloons bobbing above their heads.
they move when they tell you to move that's what we mean
when we say 'empathy.' when they say that this is what it means
to be human. bring drinks when you come. heart murmurs but i
refused ultrasound because the woman would see my breasts.
shadows hunker in cylinders.
i sip cider from palestine's gout crotch.
the bible says write holy an eye
for an eye, your cunt for my dick, but only if,
and still things swell, still we get
to the point where we cannot say a word,
where we press our hands to the electricity and just hope,
just have faith, to have faith
in god in god the lord & hallelujah
amen & oh oh
oh the scriptures' script the handwriting
of the saints hallelujah amen &
their blood on the edges of hallelujah amen
this sliver of bone in bethlehem
have faith you fuckers take your sex between your legs
& curse hallelujah amen &





(thanks to lauren & hannah on these poems. i took the liberties of titles & linebreaks for pure formatting reasons)

ROUND #2 FEATURING MORE LAUREN & HANNAH AS WELL AS JANE & AUDRA COMING SOON--AS SOON AS I HAVE TIME FOR THE SCANNER.