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



                    NEVER IN THIS WORLD YOU WILL
                        DROP A YELLOW SPONGE

                                  I

                     there's a yel-; low sponge
                     in my hand
                               wiping up the sp-
                     illed wine
                               from the asian steppes. 
                     tomor-;row is the 20th of Sept-
                     ember
                          I have not got one suit of 
                     new clothes to wear when I meet 
                     you at the Algonquin/
                                          I wanted
                               a grey
                                silk
                                    shirt with tiny boxes
                           I know that you would've 
                                       snagged 
                                   your wic-;ked finger 
                                               nayl 
                                 in it when I tou-;ched 
                                         your 
                                     heart hello.
                             hel-;lo



                                  II

                        This is the skim the top
                                   for you, Sophia of
               purple ventricle
                               I've stopped winning
                          the duels
                                   with john wayne
                      or karl marx
                                  or he a dead cat
                              in algeria

                     a person named anybody
                             a fly
                                  with
                          its claw
                                  clutching
                             a nylon laundry
                                   bag
                                  of
                            the best eastern
                                   weeds in
                     the world
                                 hello I dropped a
                           yellow sponge chock full o'wine
                                               on
                                      your miraculous
                                             little feet


                                  III

                            the girl that I marry
                                will have to be
                                       a singer of
                                                   can-
                                                        ta-
                                                            ta mel
                                                ody
                                                    she'll laugh 
                        when we kiss our toes cool in the 
                     wine plump yellow sponge
                                             I will explain
               the myths of male/female
                                        relationships
                                when we dig down deep our hearts 
                       in yel-;low sponge.
                                           We will both have 
                                   drunk too much light chicken 
                             broth & then have felt awk/ 
                                                        ward
                                            o awk/
                                         ward
                                              as we stood/
                                  together/ so quiet
                               like yellow sponge