“Sad True Lovers” by Adam Lehrer
Searching for the missing survivors
They’re dead anyways
They were lost long ago
Guilty, guilty, guilty, forever
Sad true lovers never find their graves
Their graves are inside you
Morbid abstractions
Compressed data in the clouds
Inside Sailor and Lula’s dream
Elvis Presley and thrash metal
Cum, spit, smells, hand prints, claw marks
Righteous lust
Sit on my face
Sit on my thumbs
Sit on my face
Sit on my cocks
”Coup Détat” by Hayden Church
Jovan Musk
& Angel (hold the star
like a grenade
contaminated
Grenada, Senegal, Mambéty
Sembene) a citrus sting
buzzing bee
pulse
for a birthday cake
rotten body
cake & asshole perfume pin pulled
a mass shooting rubbed
into my wrists, like a blade
redrum redrum Gaddafi
helluva Happy Birthday
”Asinine Forever” by Adam Lehrer
I’m scrambling, desperate, looking for any reason at all to be doing this
Clicking, looking, over-eating, fucking, masturbating, jizzing, slicing my wrists
But there’s no order to any of it, if you’re looking for a pattern, enlist
In a death squad so you can kill innocent people, something to do, just make a list
Of all the bullets fired into the craniums of their victims, finding bliss
A moral relativist, we’re cold inside
But how could we not be? Internet fried
Forever asinine, outbreak worldwide
Squeezing my testicles, shoot cyanide
Codified, Ruins
Student is truant
In language, fluent
You’re nothing, I’m a druid
”In translation” by Hayden Church
Honey stays in the hive.
One contortion
of breeze
ran Albion
to New England
under sand
like the feast
at Belshazzar.
Stone face scribbled
in Hebrew.
There is 216 again.
Hair caught
in a brush, your pearls
around your neck.
Your hand in a hornet's nest.
And there are the seas.
ILLUSTRATIONS
1. Tetsumi Kudo
2. Lothar Hempel