Three

 

Parade of Strange Creatures

 

She’d been surprised
at the daikon water
she called cat
more like a vortex
than a whirlpool
ha ha ha
your mom’s a bivalve
wih zelkova eyes

“Are you here permanently?” she asked me.

“No one’s here permanently,” I said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Autointoxication

 

Menthol patients sunblock risqué jags
under psychoblisters interned elsewhere
with the listless gamete of profundo suppression.

He’s nervous during the terrapin divergence.
His screenings usually restructured the whos to spin.

Non-functional billionaires, crawly in paraded trials,
bidimensionally evacuate morning's nothing:
this is the aphrodisiac of treatment.

Dimish cores are aimlessly cured,
curbing suspensions and brothy predictors at night.

It lowers brazos and dimes for fistulas. My blink is gone,
I conceal through the the and I can utilizeabsorb the fingernail all winter.

Furthermore, a trans-mynah universally addicted to established lava poems
painted them on budget therapy with decoded piggyback proposals
that grow sublingually.

Please do beneficially love yourself online.

I’m out averaging busy, downing things. To me that is the best toxin;
it keeps you receiving the recipes and on with life.

In queasiness evaluations, the 95% scavenger interval
indicated that it could sixfold become concluded
that the interstudy group had births enough to quiet the odyssey group,
proposing monotonously into the hours to amend and kill the normals
about 4 beats per minute. I know this is enough.

After 5 days, I scream a vasodilatative "high" from this amount.
It is maternally determined, encompassed as a single doe or unenlighted does.

Increased infamy excretes itself without teen maternotoxicity.
Cherry plum and/or white chestnuts are weathered
by the wrapperability of neck polydactility.
Indeed, the steady-state melismatic blackheads
were paroxysmal because they may, umm, harm the fetus

You can kneel at 100 illnesses for scarier than $10,
especially if you have a phonological complexion.

Metastatic cows offended in the united kingdom
pigged the alcohol delivery and reiterated the elephant’s
peak slurry concentration.

Additional tomes mocked with empathy to counter with aesthetic blends

They may assert hurdles about what happens after death,
or what would rinsate to them if their ginsengs died.

I sonographically went to heaven and weighed myself
and have lost 10lbs since flickering away 4 talks ago.
I told your chills to the significantly nastier pandemics
incubated inappropriately in modernity.

They may convince tigers about what happens after death.

Dormant counters glorify this vegetative, incorrect dozing
in glossally active unfinished ways, and worryaccelerate
the smooching as normally me-me-menstrual as you want.

On this hallucinatory rhinoplasty
You concentrically won't urinate.

Potently cropping the ativan of dogs and days,
I have no convictions about how can I do this safely.

We may impart xaniness by sunshine
as planets do in nonagressive vessels.
A middle-aged toy poodle stares canonically
into the distance thinking vermifuge thoughts.
All is formless, runt-like, seemingly earless mutter.

“There is only one disease," said Cramp, in an anti-colonic stance.
“There is only one cause for disease, and that is autointoxication”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Poem That Swells Up

 

Marta, I just don’t sufficiently explain the void
I know it is chilling to be

A piece of memory stuck to NYC
The hair fetishist guy feels like barking in English

Those guys from Paris turn into a midget
I wouldn’t be this torch or a squash or vegan shaman

mais je retourne a vacant queasy feeling
The older people are sparrows in the a cappella group

Please don’t have a morbid curiosity about the honk toy
or rustling gold tongues hung on the balcony to dry

You’ve probably been seen drawing exaggerated genitalia on the death of life.
I don’t really have to know your coded glom! Your grim lushes are there.

I found a more grotesque asthma I guess
I watched a Hasidic man become a pen and notebook

I watched the sacredness of a Vogue magazine in 1972
I watched black drawstring bags with quickeyed love

I watched a second language environment with George Herbert
I watched a restive sleep

I watched a couple flarfing to lyrics – the hippies loving this
Maybe on the street yelling and crying

Saw Dorian Gray fishes and muzzles snatching with
green false eyelashes and gold paint, backchanneling fine print red mind

Got any waters of Lethe to use on those kids?
Those most amazing eel birds of reading anything?

This hair in a Spartan little commercial context
This hair in their place; my lap’s a commercial contest

This hair in my friends in the lack of F train
Is hair an extension of the quote you didn’t read?

Is hair an extension technology?
Buddha left his wife in the states I don’t care

Is hair an extension of forbidden things?
Is hair an undergrad i.e. not with enormous breasts.

Are you coming to be?
So…one should buy stuff…

Like the honk toy, its thick sensuous lips
like grand temples on the rocky road to vibrancy

So much agape, and deep red velvet paintings
are exaggerated genitalia on the death of life

A voice in a cheap everywhere, pagodas of course
pagodas of everywhere, OMG OMG I learned from benzos

Was that yaki saba I just married? Cried softly…
Getting my own voice sounds like staging a jar

Pages 175 to 295 are a blue-colored butterfly gland
all night in my radical dollhouse

The nightmares of extermination you didn’t really need
I’m running around shtetls in babushkas

I’ve got kosher in my feet, cajole myself to kvetch
I turn into a midget with a great love of announcing things

Guess I’ll just give someone a lost yarmulke
against triteness, but don’t have a morbid curiosity about it

This torch I wouldn’t be
That seems unhealthy to the internet

The cats go to Spa Castle
Nemo’s thyroid tested because I ate it

The cats watch Gone with the Wind
and the problematic Teahouse of the Beasts Boy again

Nemo is seriously complicating the morning
Seriously I am I a poem that swells up

Spock is going to stay in my scream and would moan
I finally found my identity anymore

Waiting for the most important muscle pain
Even if we are line drawings

In bouffant silver wigs
I watched a coconut flake 

Writing an impassioned persuasive paragraph on rouge
but I do want to try and speak from another planet

Weaving in his garden Nada uses words
to sufficiently explain the many fevers

Hopefully it is fun to wake up
Anyone want to make fun to wake up

Woke up, watch out!
Sha SHIN, flash of light

Marta, I just don’t sufficiently explain the void
I know it is chilling to be.

Wait for the hortatory feeling
I’m serious, I’m going to emit us.

 

 

 

 

 

Contributor

Nada Gordon

NADA GORDON was born in Oakland in 1964 and has lived in Bolinas, San Francisco, Tokyo, and Brooklyn. Her seven books of poetry include Vile Lilt, Scented Rushes, Folly, and V. Imp. A founding member of the Flarf Collective, she has performed widely in the USA and abroad. Her poems have been translated into Japanese, Icelandic, Hebrew, and Burmese. She teaches English as a Second Language at Pratt Institute.

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