Corina Copp, p.4
ON THIS CANNIBAL
In a movement called impossible
Bile permeates toilet water
In a moment reeking, a senile wind—the crispy out of a holed joinery
Crept a buffalo in candlelight to the window
Going down? Helping out? Mother says to Mary
Making friends? Get dirty, Eat Aggressor
Tortoise as a hammer pliés meets the grand animal
On a day where one speck of orange grates
Avatar—of narcissism, we meet a hairy fluff
To necktie contentedness, I dedicate
Quiet as a sledgehammer in a dream
The usable artifacts shift
Pounding metal to importing platinum
Plate investors, stainless century-whole-thing
Mouth the brass goblets
As if making steel and buildings
Alchemy hot dog stand and dog bath facilities
Heckled like fleas’ town
An architecture’s future slobbered
Hard-earned moon time
Gone: as Shakespeare’s father’s glove shop
Sheep stunned in the desert
Or the tundra
Arctic nobodies, growing
Walk to the wholesale market
Leaves wool suspended, we’ve never had belief
In the legalization of sex!
Butter, Viola, and the bread, too placed on your face
Those with an inferior taste-test product fizz actual consumption:
The carnies of rapid editing
Or a shelf of family-owned disabled
Care-taking mutton cursers, say
Quartering meat as if their own
Survival of the meteor shower is so clean
Let’s murmur to our calves, well, I guess
I’d eat you
If the money were right
In a movement called impossible
Bile permeates toilet water
In a moment reeking, a senile wind—the crispy out of a holed joinery
Crept a buffalo in candlelight to the window
Going down? Helping out? Mother says to Mary
Making friends? Get dirty, Eat Aggressor
Tortoise as a hammer pliés meets the grand animal
On a day where one speck of orange grates
Avatar—of narcissism, we meet a hairy fluff
To necktie contentedness, I dedicate
Quiet as a sledgehammer in a dream
The usable artifacts shift
Pounding metal to importing platinum
Plate investors, stainless century-whole-thing
Mouth the brass goblets
As if making steel and buildings
Alchemy hot dog stand and dog bath facilities
Heckled like fleas’ town
An architecture’s future slobbered
Hard-earned moon time
Gone: as Shakespeare’s father’s glove shop
Sheep stunned in the desert
Or the tundra
Arctic nobodies, growing
Walk to the wholesale market
Leaves wool suspended, we’ve never had belief
In the legalization of sex!
Butter, Viola, and the bread, too placed on your face
Those with an inferior taste-test product fizz actual consumption:
The carnies of rapid editing
Or a shelf of family-owned disabled
Care-taking mutton cursers, say
Quartering meat as if their own
Survival of the meteor shower is so clean
Let’s murmur to our calves, well, I guess
I’d eat you
If the money were right