Poem

[nny]

fahye, this reccomendation is for you in particular. I think you'll see why.

I can't format it correctly on here, but here's a quick taster of it, a little that reminds me of A/C.

(What doesn't?)



I loved
and bluebottles tippling windfall rot, bruises’ wicked wine
gone vinegar

beneath the taut brief glaze
of wings, but
it was not yet nameable, what we later called disease : script
brought us by the trick

snake’s fakey Beelzebubbery.
In the dirt
with his dictionary skin, tight skein of syllables knit by un-
numbered undulating

clicking ribs, the snake slunk
and stung
and spelled the dust with his tongue and tail and was nothing,
a black forked lisp


Eden Incunabulum, by Brian Teare