wedding of a colonial navy princess
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A short series of poemsTRANSCRIPT
Weddingof a
Colonial NavyPrincess
WaxingCrescentMoon
i
at night in the moments before you fall asleep youcan hear a subtle wind chime onthe edge of your hearingyour peripheral hearing so to speakyou hear the rumbling windgusting down a hillsweeping thru the arms that hammockyour head peering through your squarepattern bedsheets elbows folded at acuteangles a hatch is lifted in the middle of yourbed attached to a ladder that passes throughthe foundation and the cistern and bleached bonesand the dirty bones and the bellies of rotting gasand opens onto a white blue sea wide and spirallingwith only a couple feet between it andit’s cracked earth ceiling.
The water is shining and viscous entirelynon potable and faintly glowing currentsmove slowly seem almost fixed and rotatingan ocean map on a near oceanic scaledirecting sea traffic quietly shifting sea bottomsand destroying underwater topographiesalive like coral is alive and with amoonlike influence and all of this gleaned fromstaring at it so deeply that you’ve fallen in
ii
do you remember the first timeyou saw that daytimemoon ?the shock it drove into you ?fixed in the sky like a ghostly toenail clipping ?mother and father in the same heavennone of which was reflected on earth
peeking thru the fragrant leavesof a lime tree in your front yardwhile black ants crawl beneath your shirtat that one indivisible mega atom in the skyand it was terrifyingseemed to bring with it the spectralpromise of a night that supplants everything
WaxingGibbousMoon
Tortuga
when we stand shoulder to shoulder peopleare witnessing a kind of symmetrya sense of mirroring they can’tquite put their finger onwith our face reflected incolonial style bay windows
to separate a turtlefrom it’s shell is to unsheathe
it you told meno i’m j/k I made that up
there is no name for the act
and under Amsterdam facades infading yellow and pink I am kissing yourcactus pricked fingerspressing a bloody fingerprintto the postcard with the hipflamingo with wayfarers and cut off jeans
That tender ruby heartThat sedate and distant gurglingThat gentle tremor as you jam
a knife in between the partition of topand bottom shell
with you I am quenched and youare fed into me like gallonsof cactus water into a parched river bedI begin at the red and tender parts of youlike some naturally occurring counterpartsome aluminium windpump turning in a trade wind breeze
The denuded parts and thewild random seeming carvings like
a small scale erosion on this smooth carapaceon this brisk evening with
our noses turned towards a soup in a styrofoam cup
Curtains
i sometimes forget whether I’ve had an appendectomy or notand I check my body for a scar or otherobvious markingsand lift my shirt and think that possibly my hands are the dumbestpart of mewith my thumb and index finger around your wrist i am measuringconcentrating on the point at which my thumb and index meetguiding your hand to where my heart is supposed to beand i can’t remember is it on the leftthe right or somehow centredi wonder if your hands could feel as dumb as minei wonder so hard that i think i might be wishing itis it still sleep when iam on a bed of your dry rice kernels at nighti try not to eat where i sleep andwhen i can’t sleepit is not out of feari am angryi am not an insomniaci have been fostering bad sleeping habitsholding them close to my chest like the cardsI feel lucky about
my curtains are basically ten shirtssome jumpers and 3 pairs of jeans hung upin front of my windowthat smell is a burning mosquito coil in the cornerof my roomits been burning for six hours and the smell iserasing and rewriting a lot of things inside of melike ‘this is how i spend my saturdays’ but nowthat’s been replaced and now i am moving betweenbead curtains in a doorway and now with my facelevel to the sight of a recently mopped linoleum floorbut anyway you must understand i am not there butwhen i see the tipsmoulderingand the smoke goes up in rivuletsit must be that the coil is singing or in any case it cancertainly not be stillin relative terms maybe we are both as simple asa number of powders compacted and slowly burninglike the composition of a snapchat sent in the dead of nightthat I can’t see till i’m awake
FullMoon
Wedding of a Colonial Navy Princess i
i can only be with you alivei was rather weary but let's receive thatrare gift from those twomoonyou're rightwe do have something nice from themoon
what you may have hear was cheapbut my words are not cheapthose two drink from bitter sake teacupmy one ounce confessions are notin the least fake
a rather cheap once in a lifetimeconfession yeahthose two are a fullmoonas thick as a pound coin
i wanted to watch over you
Wedding of a Colonial Navy Princess ii
you arrived here too lateshe's hooked on drugs and cocksshe can't live without that see?oh! you shouldn't go overboardshe'll die if this barrier isdestroyed
fuck my AT fieldas thanks a hex was createdfrom a close distancethe angel is raping meraping my mindyou can reverse this hex? thenreverse everything including thatmoonand that girl
nothing else can be done withhow bad you are at thisit's bitter...i want this... over with quickly...
injection injection
like amoonshe is unsettledyeesh this body is wasted on hershe is mine and i am her
Wedding of a Colonial Navy Princess iii
this body will remember this immediatelythis body is become like a bitchi am become like a bitchit's happily accepting something like thisyou don't have time to take a rest
you're not that convincingwith you crying out with youthat sweet tenormy face is like the creaseof a foldedmoon
you cry in a pleasant voicehow many times have we done it?i don't remember
my heart and body have beentaught in being a messedup bitchwhat a messedup facemy heart and messedup faceare the saucer in which themoonis reflected
pure and white like cataractsi can't see sage or reasonbut i did this and my face is still intact right now
i wanted your injectioni wanted to watch you plungelike amooninto an oceanlike a seed into a bowl of milk
what about those guys? yeahthey're the best parti told you you are late to her bodybut I did this and my wish is still intact right now
WaningGibbousMoon
i
i am a thousand lines painted in the beachby pink lagoon water in bed next to you
fresh and stillmosquito eggs like sprite bubblesunder the surface of my skin
you remind me of many digitsrolling before my eyessoaring to infinitylike nine nine nine nine nine nine
from undera very drunkmoononcei saw you in the same waythe viewer is separated from the vision
you are no longer just the picture of youswimming in my vitreous fluid
ii
in the chlorine of your kidney shapedpool I am restored sitting at the right handof the father in some heaven for bad endings
the grass is fragrant underneathmy beat up sneakers. red dirt moundsa peach turning brown in the scorching daylightthe scent of tanning lotion on your necksoothes me into a very deep sleep
iii
have you seen trees ?beaten by trade winds ? to belike thunderbolts ?from a reddish green cumulus ?
iv
mosquito netting has the unique effect ofallowing me to dream that I am awake inthe same room I fell asleep inexcept the mountain is creeping up on me.and now it's creeping through the windowthe most quiet mountain you've ever seen
v
i am with you in an ever fadingperception of the ruleswithmoonsized eyes failing to comprehendfedex my perception across a thousandplanets and leave the rest of me on amoonnearest you.
vi
on the outsiderough to the touchstucco walls
on the insidethe same soft pink as an emptyconch shell
thru the skylight in your roomin the sky there is a plexiglas starin nervous orbit
WaningCrescentMoon
The Cool and the Red
one thing i like is drinkingwater from a terracotta mugi like the cool and the redagainst my lipsi like the cricket sounds at nightand how it blankets everythingi like the hum of an oscillating fanat the foot of my bedi like old black men with bloodshoteyes drinking from secret hip flasksi like falling asleep in the cabof a moving pickup trucki like chewing on the bit of star aniseedin my surinamese curryi like the counterfeit dvds in the windowsof the tokos on every street corneri like to rip bottled beers from large freezerchests so cold they sting my fingersi like how with my eyes closedthe rain sounds like many eggs being friedi like to hear people swearing becausewhen they are swearing theysay things like:‘let it drown’‘let them drown’‘let the whole thing drown’‘drown the idea’what good are you if you can’t swim?as a matter of facti also like swimming.
To Undisclosed Recipient ii
white girl reaches parts that otherother girls can'tso long legs and such streaky tanand lips that seal like envelopesankles like they're emerging froma ball poolthe heat of your breathing is the heat of incomplete combustion.when you are sad you seem to steriles everything you touch.
with my hand on your asthmatic heartbeat,there is nothing attractive about hearing you laughingand also wheezing but iwant itall the samelike semitoothy blowjobsi'll get used to itor it will wear on mei can tell when you arecalculating large numbers inyour head with your tongue on your lipsand bottom teeth showing.your dad must have been a very shitty truckdealer because you aregiving me a semiand now I'm flipped up on my sideeighteen wheels spinning, going nowhereand now I'm spilling my highly corrosive fluidsall over this branching dirt roadwhite girl reach the part of me that othergirls don't. white girl reach around my shoulder to theother shoulderin a loud room with other girlsscientists have finally isolated the lana del rey particle
you remain beautiful in rooms where other girls aren'tin rooms where no one isyour snapchats keep me grounded
@laubars