Tuesday, February 17, 2015

mmcccxxiv

And we found for all ghouls a ghoulopolis,
I suppose.
                                       —Alice Notley

I don’t even know what I need anymore.
When I picked it up for all of its buzzing,
I can’t even remember.  It’s like a night-
mare.  [The name of this one is Please

Make a Mixtape with All of His Genitals.]
Where was I?  Nightmare, of course.  And
where are you?  Not here, never here. 
Never when a nightmare is here.   Never

here then.  Not ever.  And where are
you?  Where are you?  I don’t even
know what I cried anymore.  When I
picked you up, hushing and hushing.