Sunday, April 27, 2014

chapbook preview

My most recent chapbook is from Bone Orchard Press. Here it is, it's called the children without guns. I’m rather pleased with this collection and think you should buy it.

It’s is more or less about childhood which makes it pretty depressing, here’s a poem from it:

they fell into night

they fell into night, a pit full of scars
and so few memories, a gray schoolyard
with raindrops on dusty windows
washing away nothing

because memories do not touch
and night is a recurrent childhood,
nothing to do with love

And here’s another:

more than one voice

more than one voice in the loveless
skull, ghastly fat absences
and death to grease the flesh in
with memories and sex;

time to be the portentous cripple
who spells out his inadequate answers,
as if suicide were never a solution
and dwarfs might be giants

if they had been luckier in the gene’s
unjust lottery. there are legions
jabbering in each one of us
so we are not exactly bored,

just a little fucked up

And yet another:

no drugs for the dead

we pour no snowy libations
over the noses of corpses
and put no faith in names
that have slept insensate a night

till memory is impotent dust,
like words were once, like love;
their powder hearth and home
and nowhere,

implicature and absences to share.
we put these dead in zombie god's
forgotten pocket, with pornography
and other historical documents,

the sexual palimpsest that religion
is. we waste no luscious drugs
on the dead: they have gone now,
and once they were full of shit;

mourning amounts to nothing more than this

This, as I say, is the link: the children without guns