Geometry and the Moon creatures chased
a beautiful orange. His round mounded
lips eclipsed all reminiscences of home.

You who spread your legs for CEO’s, presidents,
vice-presidents, speakers of the patriarchal house –

WORK and NO play makes Jack a DULL boy

in the original and translated from Hungarian by Ron A. Kalman and Gabor J. Kalman

Lidi’s young brother here,
Khan Batu’s Budapest relative,
who lived on bread for years
and never owned a royal-blue eiderdown;
for whose poems death
simmers beans in a wooden pot—
hey bourgeois! hey proletarian!—
I, Attila József, am here!

But what the fuck would a man with a silly name like Ouspensky fuckin know huh.

something was supposed to be loud in this
material
i asked but you swallowed thyme

1.The Council on Foreign Relations has a gang sign
they rule us with one wave of it
given our issue of got to have my fair share
from first dose we are sprung

Because
I ache to kiss him,
I look through him
As if he were a ghost
And deep-throat his polar opposite...

Nothing is all I am
Nothing overloading nothing
Closing the doors,
Opening an extra into an empty space,
Nothing ensues but a further war.

fatal lapse in- attention why (you) havent
left your … in the bonfire dont you get (net)tle
three times for go[o]d a fabric system predicting [l]uck...

A police boat from Guadeloupe
passed starboard.
Slick cops
in ready-to-fuck wear
coughed up bits of dope
that rose in their wake
like blow-jobs.

We quoted things
Phrases that turned out to be true