XR/RX - Two New - April 30 & May 3

A Reaction to The Wasteland
To see how many cigarettes
I can smoke in one hour
Is not an entirely unappealing notion

Must lovers of Eros end up with Venus?
Where I am, the take feels incestuous

Must it be? I must not be.
To give is but a slice of your violet nothingness

Over dinner, I compile: Romeo had Juliet but
do you realize that you have
a responsibility: I summon you here

My inevitable typewritten melodrama

You fleck of gold, pliable in unreal water in my unreal city
that I twist in opposition to your gentility

April has been the cruelest month



First Rhyming Poem in Ages

At once a thaw: this restless head
Who has no stomach for water and bread
Whose brain is nothing but uncentered
Whose sudden chemicals have lent her
A sullen and immediate distaste
For shrunken lines, their toxic waste
Clings, shaking, to the edge of her mind
With claws of disorder: thick and unkind
As she cries, "Oh, I did not ask for this!"
Her eyes clenched shut like tiny fists
Her delicate, violent sweat falls down
Upon her pillow: a darkened crown;
And from the night a cry returns
In voices united, in words that burn:
It shouts, "Oh, I did not ask for this!"
Puella dolorum, omnia es.