Christian Prigent, p.1



HEY THERE SCHOLARS!


sometimes there’s a swarm

an impulsive lupus heart surge an
emulsive zero urge
to swinish acts
of leathered sex

or it goes to froth in the flesh or
gets cystic or
a cervix slick

from where I twitter:
low blow! traps clapped!
none of that!
mister rictus pedal back!

farewell to the meat, oh!
ego wear thy best incognito!