Matthew A. Jonassaint
I don't wanna hear about
anybody's love story
become Elvis, travelling tropically mis/
taking bits of citrus for islander skin surfaces
mis/interpreting spills from ink wells for bleed
renewing a timeless biosphere,
from such resources dark liquid courage &
adjust my lei,
be floral bold...
I'll register my voice w/ the caves of France,
w/ Reznikoff & Dauvois
-- I'll insure my instrument in the molassic gloom
actually, I want to remember many moments
and I can't. I seal myself wish softly
for each one each driveway
I prove by my faggot fevers mad formulas,
grand designs behind my psychedelic heat exhaustions.
I WON'T fart in my own bed. I am
beautiful to my/self &
when w/in civilization
x communication is break
-ing-do - w n
just an outcome
b/c we developed
I wanna defeat evil-doers.
I was born in a bad way.
I ask my/self
(at odd hours)
if I was a pre-millenial.
I have a hard time w/ that w/ when
apostrophies are given
so not Legit like truly, there is
a clerical violence
to the plurality guess
some clocks are delicate faces, you
needa hit th' snooze
on those anxieties, Kai laughed,
for a sec -- do you
want decisions, asked Mel, to be
always made for you:
or doesn't that sound like death.
y' jus' gotta
If I survive to this weekend,
I want the last dance w/ Mark
Ruffalo. Kiss me big,
y' hairy hulk.
MATTHEW A. JONASSAINT lives in the heart of the Utah Valley, where he works with so-called troubled youth. At Utah Valley University, he studied film history. He was recently published in peculiar, a local journal for queer literature. His current project is about philosophy, drugs, and comic books.