Sonnet 7 - Believe this, my lifeboat beauty
Came down with one of those throat things, tho. Cleaned everything then, let it dry completely, and
then drilled the rivet into the living hinge. $24,263 so far in cheesecakes. Beautiful animals those.
My beauty wants to be a millionaire. My beauty invented the internet, and then went on to invent
cheese. My beauty wants to modernize Thailand and build a transcontinental railroad. Give me
one example of a repo-ed leather synonym. Could be her husband. . . Physicists ask: why are there
husbands rather than nothing? Because there is no nothing. I am a husband and my beauty is a
soup of quantum potentialities. Voila! Let there be something besides husbands, like tennis, like
the quesadilla railroad that runs between Thailand and Albany. “Remember Me” ™ Shotguns / As
if Texas was remanufactured as Quebec or two rhinestone blackbirds / When beauty is an event
engine or an orchestra of gratitude / Can you cast a horoscope of this sentence? In the land of Tír
na nÓg I did the sum in my head. I used my favorite pricing website, but the ship still sank. You’ve
got to believe this, my lifeboat beauty. I usually wouldn't rat out my lifeboat friends.
Sonnet 16 - "Whew!"
Is romance purely chemical? How would my college describe me? My coworker is lazy, picks
fights with me, then bought me lunch, makes more money than me, likes me, turned on me,
committed suicide, and is now trying to take away my self esteem. First they hate you, then they
want to touch your hands. I am stitch humbled by a shoe thing bottle opener, your personalized
yellowhammer. Even a yellow poison dart frog could save the world from an alcoholic with a
mouth full of grammar. Eee Gee. “I carved a miniature horse out of wax.” “The old St. Francis
building bulldozed up / today.” Your card will NOT be charged by Cameo Beauty Academy. No
theory ever agrees with all the facts in its domain, yet it is not always the theory. It is primarily
a clinical method aimed more at curing sick folks than winning adherents to its creed. The body
before the bed. A tongue, a dog, a boy, a hero. She has raven syndrome. It’s about bullying and
forgiveness. Can revenge and repentance be endlessly recycled? Will god save you on the radio?
Pigeon stereotyping, bee stings, an unclear reference occurs when common things touch suburbia.
You are an accomplice’s testimony, a rumor of beauty.
ANNE GORRICK is the author of four books of poetry, including A’s Visuality (BlazeVOX Books, Buffalo, NY, 2015). She has co-edited (with Sam Truitt) In|Filtration: An Anthology of Innovative Poetry from the Hudson River Valley (Station Hill Press, Barrytown, NY, forthcoming in 2015). Her visual art can be seen at www.theropedanceraccompaniesherself.blogspot.com
JOHN BLOOMBERG-RISSMAN is the author of In the House of the Hangman, (not yet published), No Sounds of My Own Making (Leafe Press, 2007), and Flux, Clot & Froth (Meritage Press 2010). Black Widow Press has just published an anthology which he co-edited with Jerome Rothenberg, titled Barbaric Vast & Wild: An Anthology of Outside & Subterranean Poetry. He blogs at www.johnbr.com (Zeitgeist Spam).