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| ANSELM BERRIGAN Token Enabler Autumn 2002 forced to cuddle but some heirloom of power and peril it must be I have sufferings natural to me and a desire to repeat the clear truth let me out of here— plunder and I, we hawk light to random passers-by brutal on our own time sweet phantasm’s inner thigh kisses back fully equipped token enabler glazed anxiety picks feathers under wings with stunted emotions to shriek freely about the dollars for space do call contracts are meant to be signed then read wake up and check birdy’s collar has he chewed through it? opened up his back? give vet hundreds for another chew toy blood test rapid cycling on the window sill wracked by construction but he still loves he doesn’t know the syringe full of nasty-ass meds is for his calamity he just knows I’m gonna jam it into his beak traced out loophole to intelligence stations’ mayday flood the hull with fuel and detonate when sick o write a poem you take care of me trapped things with power we be androgyne vs. cyborg drapes this event outside the body box I owe you a working clash conscience piggy scrape something scabbed off your and my backs repeat ten thousand times a day: self-mutilation a poetics when I feel fine in place I know I’m fucked by soft thoughts green panda blankies clear band-aids wireless craniums spread silence rations ‘twas friendly in caves a pity about those emotions getting in the way of rational resistance to The Fury stacked upside down on the citizenry I’m said to be in contempt of a wiser love should I write your vows? Whenever I know how to spill my guts all over the polemic lifetime original drooling in a network’s daring choice of subjection no one knows what happens when giant squids mate world authorities yearn to witness beacon suckers emerge while subject to a harsh environmental variable surrounding object flesh panel by panel legit as flow and just enough clothes and shit to present a virus comes and considers going I see my person every morning and it ain’t me and I like it that way with song and difficulty taking the opportunity to take care of us as total time to spend no dumping get your health forms into the right slot I know in my experience at work my problem is not my communication skills it’s the fact that I’m communicating to the wrong people Anselm Berrigan is the author of Zero Star Hotel, recently published by Edge Books. He grew up in New York City, and lived on Devoe St. in Williamsburg from 1996-2000 before being evicted by a crazy landlord. |
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The Rail invites you to a reading with Jason Flores-Williams and Brian Carreira, along with musical guest Steve Strunsky of the Lonesome Prairie Dogs. Thurs., Sept. 22, 8:30 p.m. Vox Pop--Flatbush, Brooklyn www.voxpop.net |
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OFF THE RAIL FALL 2005 at the Central Branch of the Brooklyn Public Library - Grand Army Plaza |
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The Independent Press Association-NY recently honored The Brooklyn Rail with the following awards: |