Selected Poems

Hermaphropoetics (work in progress)

from Solitary Workwoman

Part 3: Fire Clay
from The Joe 82 Creation Poems

Selections from
I am the Babe of Joseph Stalin's Daughter

Not Be Essence That Cannot Be



     BELONGED INTO SHEEPSHANK


                    Hunger
        It is luck too.  Hullabaloo Vishnu
     Knowledge birds liturgic liverwort dynamite ne-not
                  Hideous Munt Jak
                     Barbarous.
                       Rosy.
               Like emblem on the teeth. Two, the best 
     I pray thee, the nose leaking, the indians, the words 
                  And songs
                     Nimble feeted.
                  Enlightened
                Be a cold
                  Thing.
        The same time. Tied to no place
     Belonged into Sheepshank punjabi delusion
                   Unreal with no
                          Thing.
                          Lived.
                 Which my Pope. Bent over 
     Made pregnant ordained bursted the good 
                  Fat foreskin
               After entombment
             And carpfishes.
                      Tonkin
        Mere not Simon Magus. He was emptied 
     Before the man and animal mentally again and again 
                  Between the hole of the mouth 
                     And ass hole.
                   The base salty.
            Some matter. I emit
     I hold value and attached butter-fat love 
                    Good selfishness 
                       Burnt clay.
                 Unclearly christian
               For a hump.