After I Read Anne Carson I Know My Life is Wrecked
Pinky and the hard crowd say meet me in the metal
She wears a Joan of Arc pendant
It resists knowing, I know
So be it
After I read Anne Carson
I burn cars
I commit arson
I slash tires on Saint John St.
and talk action poetry with the Red Brigades
You modeled for me at RISD
complaining classically
that the cornice of your cock was smaller than David’s
In the search for immediacy
I fall for a derby girl at the Delaware County Fair
Her father owns a yogurt empire
Her mother is a salonnière dreaming the world into existence
one bluestocking at a time
Sometimes the action spills out of the crash zone
In the midnight heat you wear enormous earrings to the Neptune
We eat a banana split and index demolition
They used to recreate eruptions of Mount Vesuvius
at Coney Island in the 1880s
Catastrophe’s crown scored like a Fabergé
of mysterious leg bruises.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Damon Hubbs writes poems about Thulsa Doom, Italo Disco and girls who cry at airports. He’s the author of three chapbooks: The Day Sharks Walk on Land (Alien Buddha Press), Coin Doors & Empires (Alien Buddha Press) and Charm of Difference (Back Room Poetry). Recent publications include Don’t Submit!, Urban Pigs Press, Antiphony Journal, Misery Tourism, The Argyle Literary Magazine, Horror Sleaze Trash, and elsewhere. Twitter @damon_hubbs
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