or how nov9 is incoherently morn
–
verily soon
i’d strip his id of
all needles, roiling papers
big fake heart of ‘jesu’
he’d be
as bland as
oblong garage row
as pine trees pining or
pinning down pain to a point
legs dangling over horizon
his crotch an averted eye
subbed off my skin
like a surgical
self inflicting scalpel
transfuse bad blood between us
out of our merry sperm holes
spreading like garlic jam into
pointless pools of my wasted saliva
verily soon
i’d strip his id out of my idiom
I’d tell him, ‘son,
i’d take your wife
in the sedan
and go down on
lost name streets
erasure
erasure
white oblong houses
vacancy
vacancy
evac
get out of my life raft
i ruined ‘som elivers’ for you
i took to the knife
i emptied accounts
evac
evac
damus was right
damus was right at the door front
damus by street corner
damus stripping this id
off this
needle man is
burning cross man
at the crossroads man
of this inconvenient man
transfuse finished
you are white as the walls
smear-less
go drown in your baptism water
i am driving away
east
with your wife in a sadan
–
#irvingpaulpereira
IRVING PAUL PEREIRA 