The Sacrilegious Axe
The sun lighting votives so nature can smack her flower into first-aid for metaphors they go, I go kill a few mobsters no age restrictions milky coffee sprawled on the stoop as if dawn weren't a fork bearing in on the urge for aphorisms I can make myself assuming I know the business of scintillas and beware the death futons old cigarette with fanny pack knee pain, back pain the ride home through the experimental moon bigger in New York jerks off attention in other realms lunch specials still to be named after the fungible war hero cryptic enough to be authoritative another acronym amping up claustrophobia in the alphabet scrolling through art world charcoal briquets $5,000 to enter a multi-level hump red barricades white on a peppermint what part of the cosmos hums? the sum coming over me denudes the blind spots whom no one raised can raise like the first people that landed chopped up into half moon murders absolutely caffeinated school going on tv dying at the same time worse than the weird shape in the middle of the East River I've never seen a coconut look like that
Work The Marionette
The day takes on the features I know puddles face up so I can apprehend myself an icy fang buried in fruit I fancy the treat first or a chase, closest to spirit a measure of imagination as it prances translucent on sunny days, my love be at Hamburg getting husky while I, a useless reader of thrillers what else buys them but my vision of myself? Over all the cherry trees the voices of girls more consoling than high balls may I choose physical over imagine? I like to throw it now and again thinking about you in a way others might understand leopard in the afternoon stuck in a vice of ugly branches a hand on the cock apt to get a little preposterous it is not time you are after but the liberty to laugh through it for a dream of assimilation like a man who can't help where he looks one eye for love and the other just till then a kid with a grab-bag
In addition to writing poems, Jessica Dessner is also an artist and dancer/choreographer. The 92Y Tribeca Gallery and Country Club have hosted shows of her drawings. Her recent dance work has included performances and choreography for Sufjan Stevens and Shara Worden. Her poems have appeared in Sal Mimeo, La Petite Zine, The Invisible Stitch, H_NGM_N, Gerry Mulligan, Maggy, Nowhere, and Free Verse. Wit’s End with Bric-a-Brac, a chapbook, was published in 2006 by Green Zone. Check out a new show of drawings opening April 19th at bird in Williamsburg, NY.