{"id":5150,"date":"2014-11-30T02:55:54","date_gmt":"2014-11-30T02:55:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=5150"},"modified":"2014-11-30T02:55:54","modified_gmt":"2014-11-30T02:55:54","slug":"3-poems-marty-cain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2014\/11\/30\/3-poems-marty-cain\/","title":{"rendered":"3 Poems || Marty Cain"},"content":{"rendered":"

from <\/em><\/strong>Kids of the Black Hole<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

that which wakes in the cracked mirror of morning<\/p>\n

which is a fetus dreaming on the seat of the bus<\/p>\n

which is a violent body in its tender bed<\/p>\n

which eats its fishsticks sad & alone<\/p>\n

which knows the holy afterbirth smells of semen<\/p>\n

which folks all call the blue-vein minor<\/p>\n

which sees the tunnel pulse with the clot white blood<\/p>\n

which was dumped from a truck on the burial ground<\/p>\n

the drunk jocks swarmed round, they said Fuck the soil<\/em><\/p>\n

I turned my headphones down to hear the dead<\/p>\n

I had a lover\u2019s quarrel with a pile of leaves<\/p>\n

I had a lover\u2019s quarrel with my bedsheet tent<\/p>\n

I came down running to the county seat<\/p>\n

I met Death in the bleachers he was eating a burger<\/p>\n

he had a book in his hand, I said What are you reading<\/em><\/p>\n

I rot on the outside & incubate bodies<\/p>\n

they call me the spider with the dead-leg twitch<\/p>\n

they call me the cockroach in garbage bins<\/p>\n

I was hood-up asleep by the library homeless<\/p>\n

O I swell & verily unhatch the gate<\/p>\n

for my vibrant body I want to leave it<\/p>\n

for I know the purity of water burials<\/p>\n

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\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

from <\/em><\/strong>Kids of the Black Hole<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n

I laugh in the face of your virile bodies<\/p>\n


\n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

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from <\/em><\/strong>Kids of the Black Hole<\/strong><\/p>\n

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I dreamed I was a nightwalker<\/p>\n

I dreamed it was lunchtime & I fought the monitor<\/p>\n

I slashed him in the belly with my poison rapier<\/p>\n

I did it Van Gogh style on the side of the head<\/p>\n

I did it samurai-style with the L-shaped cut<\/p>\n

he was holding his gut screaming holy mercy<\/p>\n

with blood wet on the tiles & his innards pouring<\/p>\n

they were like corn mush covering up the plates<\/p>\n

they were like the sloppy joes that Gertrude made<\/p>\n

I dreamed I was facedown in some mud in the woods<\/p>\n

I dreamed I was a cat floating dead in a brook<\/p>\n

with a prophecy hidden in its glassy eye,<\/p>\n

I dreamed I met the devil on the side of the road<\/p>\n

we walked in the cornfield & the moon was swollen<\/p>\n

he didn\u2019t want my soul, he wanted me dead<\/p>\n

he knocked me with a crowbar & then I woke<\/p>\n

they broke me with their buckets of number two pencils<\/p>\n

they said, Get your skinny ass up that rope<\/em><\/p>\n

they broke me in the skylight with the blackfly bodies<\/p>\n

they broke me with their coke-eyed football sons<\/p>\n

they broke me with thirteen cans of Axe<\/p>\n

they broke me in the boy\u2019s room with hands on my neck<\/p>\n

Do you choke your chicken? <\/em>they whispered softly<\/p>\n

they broke my skin purple with graven fingers<\/p>\n

they broke me with chick-nuggets inside of my jockstrap<\/p>\n

they said, Do you know the secrets of the pubescent world<\/em>,<\/p>\n

they broke me with interminable amounts of ketchup<\/p>\n

my towels sopping in the base of the shower<\/p>\n

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