{"id":4706,"date":"2014-03-30T02:00:34","date_gmt":"2014-03-30T02:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4706"},"modified":"2014-03-30T02:00:34","modified_gmt":"2014-03-30T02:00:34","slug":"russell-jaffe-3-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2014\/03\/30\/russell-jaffe-3-poems\/","title":{"rendered":"Russell Jaffe || 3 Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>____________________<\/p>\n<p>Hoodie vacuum hole face: I am dead because I am not a man.<\/p>\n<p>Shout outs for the severed action figure limbs in abattoir drains.<\/p>\n<p>This college town\u2019s sorority teeth blitzkrieg announcement of shoes<\/p>\n<p>upon the mascot blonde tipped beerstain hate<\/p>\n<p>with a capital 8. This sports jersey mesh is a rewiring of nails and flesh.<\/p>\n<p>Sirens<\/p>\n<p>I am listening<\/p>\n<p>and scaling fences to escape with sweatlines of mesh pulp human body cords<\/p>\n<p>I take hand by hand over into the night of you. You are a hole and a hole<\/p>\n<p>alone.<\/p>\n<p>Judgmental wiring net screaming the awfulness of the neighborhood to sleep.<\/p>\n<p>I find this impotent totality<\/p>\n<p>tremendously boring<\/p>\n<p>say the tissue wafts<\/p>\n<p>of the thin skull shavings to the hot wind.<\/p>\n<p>In analog glitch I let myself go to the highway.<\/p>\n<p>On the unknown time of night highway I yelled because of the nothing. Void me.<\/p>\n<p>Suburban nosejobs and twine of recollected eyelashes<\/p>\n<p>you can experimentally surgically rearrange the way I feel about you<\/p>\n<p>but the latticing to critical organs is too tight.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll gush to death as usual.<\/p>\n<p>Don\u2019t give up believe in yourself I<\/p>\n<p>don\u2019t know how to stop vomiting.<\/p>\n<p>Thus I am a waterfall thus<\/p>\n<p>I am a rainbow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>____________________<\/p>\n<p>No matter where the sun turns<\/p>\n<p>it\u2019s day.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile on earth<\/p>\n<p>the cold sun mumbles to long landscape portraits. Fields blur like jug-caught light.<\/p>\n<p>Farm equipment on the long and lonely immortal spine<\/p>\n<p>writes love poems<\/p>\n<p>seeking attention. Consignment auction keyboards listen defused in my trunk.<\/p>\n<p>The handful of trees lean staggering on tractors. It\u2019s a time of day.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s my day to drive. I feel like I am wearing a hat of some kind but I\u2019m not.<\/p>\n<p>Here the sun is colder than in most places.<\/p>\n<p>The sun sighs a little further away from this Midwestern place<\/p>\n<p>like a bus passenger next to someone draped in a sheet of cold white sweat<\/p>\n<p>who says what they think<\/p>\n<p>tells their life story and what\u2019s going on and what\u2019s the problem<\/p>\n<p>and falls asleep snoring loudly.<\/p>\n<p>The clouds wander through parking garages checking iPhone reception<\/p>\n<p>or rooftop distances they\u2019d like to will themselves most to appear atop. Same here.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m a teleportationalist. I\u2019m an evaporationist.<\/p>\n<p>What I am is<\/p>\n<p>just not here.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>____________________<\/p>\n<p>I hold up my hand and do the peace sign in front of this burned husk of everything<\/p>\n<p>and say there\u2019s nothing wrong. With second best.<\/p>\n<p>Remonstrate hoodie your local punk scene all fireside.<\/p>\n<p>You\u2019re the cutest<\/p>\n<p>say all the lip rings.<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019re a nation of winners<\/p>\n<p>say the light poisoning electric all nighters<\/p>\n<p>eating Monster Thickburgers and drinking ridiculously gigantic sodas.<\/p>\n<p>We have rock candy 4 AM Olympic Silver blood.<\/p>\n<p>Black fingernails. Chain pants. Under eye black shopping bags.<\/p>\n<p>Sun we worship<\/p>\n<p>lap loudly the<br \/>\nindustrial runoff licorice colored water<br \/>\nover stones and lawn furniture. Water at last<\/p>\n<p>O I take it back. Drainpipes and cigarette butt eyelashes grating marrow cages<\/p>\n<p>I finally get you.<\/p>\n<p>Let\u2019s pepper our fuck it with smaller fuck its. Let\u2019s stand up against the amps.<\/p>\n<p>It was thus I raged for the sake. #1 eludes me.<\/p>\n<p>The rage made me want to destroy.<\/p>\n<p>The destroy made me want to sad.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n____________________<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/oTDUS2m93Mw\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><br \/>\n___________________<br \/>\n<strong>Russell Jaffe<\/strong> is the Co-Editor of Strange Cage (<a href=\"http:\/\/strangecage.org\/\" target=\"_blank\">strangecage.org<\/a>), a chapbook poetry press, and MC\/coordinator of its reading series. He is the author of one poetry collection,\u00a0<i>This Super Doom I Aver<\/i>\u00a0(Poets Democracy, \u201913), and a few chapbooks. His poems have appeared in The Colorado Review, [PANK], H_NGM_N, Spork, La Petite Zine, American Letters &amp; Commentary, and others. He serves a power greater than us all, and that is poetry, and he collects 8-tracks. Get at him at\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/russelljaffeusa.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">russelljaffeusa.com<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>____________________ Hoodie vacuum hole face: I am dead because I am not a man. Shout outs for the severed action figure limbs in abattoir drains. This college town\u2019s sorority teeth blitzkrieg announcement of shoes upon the mascot blonde tipped beerstain hate with a capital 8. 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