Archive for March, 2017


30 Mar




maybe it’s a weakness
but I need
to fall
into the arms of a woman
my head upon the sitting thighs
a good woman
one that will comfort past the epigraph
no et al, past the marble, the bronze
a cursory fetish, a curiosity tickled
lips treasuring a churlish quiet, a bottom lip to love
slanted snide, waiting to be bitten
I’m already falling
a conjuring so cruel
I’m falling now
where is our bed

lead me then shoot me



23 Mar




Oppenheimer loved John Dunn
his poesy, his face, respectful panic
I sit here finishing up
this short stanza, like melting skin
lapping up milk from a cold metal cup
keeping strong, alpha strong and shit
wondering who’ll ignite this world
on my behalf

uncle frank

11 Mar



uncle frank illuminated

yo, i don’t even have an iPhone
but yet i’m losing my health care too
and i was just about to pop a bottle of champagne
for the first time not as an homage to chekhov
but because i finally bypassed the demarcated line of poverty
thinking that a new country
after new border
was finally available to me
but now, man, i’m getting this cough
stuck at the bottom of my throat
revulsion, neo-revulsion, whatchucallit, on the news
regardless, it’s a mess – all phlegm and halitosis
it pisses, passes, comes again, the spirits help
my doctor prescribed what else she could
reminding me my human window closes soon  

Jack Tsoy Tumult

Morose Pontifications and Other Poetic Ramblings

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