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Here are some poems by a guy named Adam Day. They’re from a chapbook called Badger, Apocrypha
THE GODS DESCRIBE BUILDING BODIES, LIKE BADGER’S
We pour the eyes in with a ladle like postholes half-filled with mud- water, tap them in if we have to. Sprinkle hair onto bald, moist limbs and faces, like boiled potatoes—sometimes we confuse female for male and she is left looking like a pubescent billy goat. We take the liver and kidneys squatting like frogs from the brown dresser drawer— the flaps of skin pinned open with a system of strings. The pliers are for pulling ears from two white-rasped skull-craters. We shake the body hard by the arms—male reproductive organ and more pop out—teeth fill the mouth gap, and finally, the green leakage of ordure falls from that bumon of twisted flesh. Log in to see images! |
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Posted On: 05/14/2011 5:42AM | View Fie's Profile | # |