Three fake poems begin on the next page…
The Fictitious Hotel
The Orange Raspberry Inn
Mimicked by countless real
Motels, hotels, inns
Encouraging the gentlemen
But asking the ladies to use
A discreet side entrance
Decorated by giant
Trash bins and the gentle
Fragrance of urine
In some languages, an orgasm is known as a little death.
No blinking lights here,
Red or otherwise.
Empathy for an Unknown Painting
Is chipping from that river Thames
And from the man superimposed on the gurgling
Gargling bathroom scene
Made separately from points of paint
The gun no longer smoking
The man no longer smoking
Dead his one shoe
A dramatic show is up
The arse of v of the river
Carrying its heel like concrete.
Benji – please try to understand my sweet friend Banji. Banji is a persona who has a developmental disability. Benji is writing this poem on his own.
And odd shape even more odd than a rhombus
Something truncated like a man’s head
What can I do if I’m alone in this room?
I have nothing else to tell you
I forgot to tell you that someone died
Because Someone died I cannot continue writing this piece of writing this document space of a document
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Marc Isaac Potter (we/they/them) … is a differently-abled writer living in the SF Bay Area. Marc’s interests include blogging by email and Zen. They have been published in Fiery Scribe Review, Feral A Journal of Poetry and Art, Poetic Sun Poetry, and Provenance Journal. Twitter is @marcisaacpotter.
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