CATHAY

Wrongheaded and obsequious on vacation, unnerved by new surroundings, I miss the bright feeling of belonging and the familiar patterns of my country— its virginity and schizophrenia, my several stolen bicycles.

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CROMWELL OR THE KING

In the European fog, one startled while another rests and resting waits for heavy closure. Philosophy, the lion’s dark maw, changes seasons. The nation’s

ring of war regains renown—crowns, new necks, and talent for violating weakness. You want to paint the world you were born into, but when you try

you’re only able to portray this one that will kill you. You can’t get the oils to impasto right, and the dried-blood red you desire doesn’t seem to exist anymore.

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TERRIBILIS EST LOCUS ISTE

Under the watchful eyes of the tigers ____I work all day long. At night I dream of tigers fighting, ____procreating, eating, smiling, breaking each other’s hearts, ____sobbing. On my days off, when I can no longer bear the oppressive ____tigers or ... Read More »]]>

CATHAY

Wrongheaded and obsequious
on vacation, unnerved
by new surroundings, I miss
the bright feeling of belonging
and the familiar patterns of my country—
its virginity and schizophrenia,
my several stolen bicycles.

 * *

CROMWELL OR THE KING

In the European fog, one startled
while another rests and resting waits
for heavy closure. Philosophy, the lion’s
dark maw, changes seasons. The nation’s

ring of war regains renown—crowns,
new necks, and talent for violating
weakness. You want to paint the world
you were born into, but when you try

you’re only able to portray this one
that will kill you. You can’t get the oils
to impasto right, and the dried-blood red
you desire doesn’t seem to exist anymore.

 * *

TERRIBILIS EST LOCUS ISTE

Under the watchful eyes of the tigers
____I work all day long.
At night I dream of tigers fighting,
____procreating, eating,
smiling, breaking each other’s hearts,
____sobbing. On my days off,
when I can no longer bear the oppressive
____tigers or life among them,
I walk two miles to the ocean to swim,
____until I am tired of that as well.
Every week it is the same thing.

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SEASONAL JOB

Working in a mountain’s
shadow, for a manager whose
will is a mirror, how you walk
and where are the only

forms of amusement outside
your mind, which seems
complete and complicated
but when studied wants rework.

Although you have a sense
of time, you don’t consider
how long it will take to prepare.
In other words, you never know

if you should leave or even
if you can. This is an era when
autumn is in everything and
the only proof of this is autumn.

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MIDLAND EGRESS

Formally studying
the mind’s eye,
they sit feeling very
alive at humble

desks to compose
mesmeric songs
with damaged hearts.
They hallucinate

for transformative
texts which they
improve by dreaming
up eternal readers.

The horizon empties
of classic themes
and foreign lights
shine on everything.

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FOR A FOLDING CARD

There’s gold
in the Pharaoh’s rectum.

The mouth of the Queen
is loaded with rose petals.

The Emperor’s eyes
have been replaced by myrrh.

For all the holes
in sky and earth: filling.

In each orifice:
an offering.

On every envelope addressed
to whatever: a stamp.

Image: Christos Katsiaouni
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