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8.29.2026 6:51 AM

Solid Flesh Would Melt and 1 more by Damon Hubbs

Solid Flesh Would Melt

Sunrise like a red panda eating the Mojave
Who am I kidding
You never cried chopping onions and I was always dreaming
I was Astrid Lindgren, that picture

Where she’s dressed like a man undisturbed by the breeze.
My android bites its thumb at me…
In Antwerp, on a desert island, in the sudden light
Where we set our scene

Come over
Let’s talk taxidermy
Let’s talk communism, hypnotism and The Beatles
The crisis at sea, the coyote attacks

I miss the saga between the wars
Where everything
Was leading up to something
Me vs Me, the dumbwaiter, the eclipse

On the train to Philly in ’82.
Yes, it’s all second hand, a bit blitzed,
Friends fucking around with friends.
O brother give me thy hand

The balances are correct,
The outgoing call displaces millions of workers
In Elsinore, on a platform before the castle
Where we set our scene.

Blue Fairy

Don’t promise me the truest art.
I’m waiting for my coffin to arrive;
Any old iron, sick the hounds on the rest.
Our lady of the immaculate heart knows best.
Cyclops slop, art nouveau,
I read Milton for instruction,
listen for the sound
of the frog-drawn carriage.
Ora pro nobis—

My android reads your mind.
It’s all here, Lord High Keeper:
Brautigan is shit
Dennis Cooper
shit
shit
shit…
an Attack Helicopter
is no match for the Blue Fairy.

A good many somebodies
are always in hospital,
cunts like Yorkshire pudding
congo congo
a good groove on the gramophone.
My android encourages me to moisturize.
She dresses like a RSF fighter.
Kisses me like I’m starving
after a 100-year sleep.

About the artist

Damon Hubbs is a poet from New England. Recent publications include The Bulb Region, Trampoline, Bullshit Lit, Version (9) Magazine, Virgo Venus Press, Revolution John, Horror Sleaze Trash, and others. He is the author of the poetry collections Nighttime Logic andVenus at the Arms Fair.