The Red Queen Flies Sideways Out of the Tree
Alice ran the bath too hot,
fogmold wet on the ceiling,
Victorian tub ankles swollen,
gripping the soggy floor, water
turning thighs, belly, feet, blonde
bristle red.
The doggy door opened.
Charles knelt, barked.
Alice was play girl, the Devil's
party. He meant it as a sign
for passion. He meant suffering.
He meant desire. Ask Jesus,
he'll explain.
She slept under the bridge like a troll,
made him pay to cross. She was
a car upside down in the snow,
engine steaming, a glorious toy.
Charles stood on his hind legs, paws
on her shoulders. Together,
they took tiny steps, stuttery
dogwaltz, two loops through
the kitchen. She watched his face.
Darling, he whispered,
and swallowed up the plot.
The Atomic Weight of Lithium
It begins with pressured=speech
craving for buttermilk flight.
She left twice transatlantic
to find the missing
Alice photographs,
rented a flat above a pub for 3 weeks:
(Very compact charming studio, ideal
for 1/2 persons in Oxford, walking distance
to the rivers Thames and Cherwell)
when she comes when
she comes when she comes
there is no going back.
She can she will
be fixed stuffs
pills into her broken head,
keeps her doctor’s appointments,
fills out the paperwork—
Please place an X by any of these items that might apply to you:
Curved Sword
Kriss Blade
Bed of Nails
Fire Eating
Human Blockhead
Please answer these questions as precisely as possible
1. Houve sempre um período de tempo em que você não era você mesmo?
2. Hebt u vrienden in het midden van de nacht getelefoneerd?
3. Êtes-vous avez-vous trop intéressé dans le sexe ?
4.
She is caught here, on the periphery
(don’t resist, love don’t)
her brain pushes the planchette
across the board
YES / NO / GOOD BYE
Red Queen
It’s something new he says a red flame tucked in the part of her mouth that is an O and her other mouth that speaks gentles her like a horse hand flat against her back stroking how O becomes her mouth any mouth he fills her with blood names her small mouth her open mouth her red mouth her legs long like a horse’s legs arms above head flicking back rushing him trusting the way her throat tenses when his hand reaches there to feel her voice the sound of words coming out the way she growls the way her heels her breasts her entire skin turns red when he lifts her