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W. B. Keckler

SANGUINARIA

Bloodroot,

oh Lorena Bobbit

gathers,

O Sky-Father

in Hesiod

the brief life-span

of this flower,

*

Who tells pussy jokes

in the office, the bar

Beware,

sanguinaria, your root

oozes red sap

if severed;

She might want you Athis

deflowered

to season your tongue

to feminine ways

as in Theogeny

a cock thrown into the sea

from Heaven

frothed up

Arose

as Love

CYCLAMEN

Something has alit

pervish, peevish

maybe fourteen

Labial shapes on air

but aflutter

saying fuck off

to beauty,

to loss,

often in the scrubs

holding herself.

Who would guess her

rock-footed

when she is so buttery

to the hand,

who?

THISTLE

Rooted,

sprung

from the humid fork

of the father's cock;

it finds the wastelands

around railroads, behind warehouses

thieves and thrives

off the female, or soft

males, pierced

warbles of survival,

any winged thing

that loves it

soon grieves,

knowing

will overweights,

it sways,

ever-shoulderless,

soon bent

DOG ROSE (1597)

this polis sucks,

The Globe,

the unbearable actors of poetry

marching

marching

marching

The graveyard shift

The rubber band of poetry

strangles the dog rose.

I knew

not a few

elated in prison

(where it grows unimpeded...

FOXTAIL LILY

White ashes

no, flowers

than a man

two feet taller

aboriginal ghosts, 8 ft. stalks

the wind plays

at thought

on any open hole

o lemures, whose

at least two feet taller

than 99.89 %

omen

oh the tribal hopelessness

of gender

..."when you see a bunch of them

together"

erections eremurus evermore

to get her

ghosts

"solitary tail"

& this world

is not for keeping

men won't tell you

but fuck

LET'S PARACHUTE IN THE FIRST

TRANSSEXUAL PRESIDENT

OF IRAQ

(an election prayer)

The question of which eye to open with

The question of which ripens

As warm waters may be clouds carapaces of touch, untouched

Some families sit closer to the wind

The question of missing origin (organs?) disappears

Some that enter we call people, but what of others

Shapes or lability in us

Mind's ripe obsessively consecutive obtainings

only pretend to cry wolf to be orgasm or door or eye or lover

Hello, Adrienne Rich!

Or is an optical instrument

The edge is so often eye-opening food: ridges and mountains

A peach could be all the sex in Leningrad tonight

Talk about how eyesight is a city

Maybe talk about a hand's supernatural moments

subject to deportation, a.k.a. the library

Whose hand goes to the mouth, incisive window frame?

*

a funeral

We tend to close with people (but the warranty's not included)

I met another adherent of the insensible

Was glad to be deformed of injury. to have a tail

A face is not only the end of a sequence

As a bird is not only time exaggerating in the clouds

Love divides a great number.

With holes as our guide, I think we may survive

With soap as a confrontation (I mean intellectually)

If your government had a human age, how old would it be?

(I was thinking maybe ninety-seven or seventeen for mine)

The applicants were horrified and cowered from the meteors of such questions

This is too diffuse for feeling

To be or to what

The soliloquy is ropy saliva, Reykjavik market sheep head

sea sounds to sleep by.

*

a "school play"

The superindividual sucks quite well

Nature doesn't exactly abhor the vacuum so much as whore it

A base is a number or a food or a lover or many

One of the children is to be Paleozoic, the other Mesozoic

Ancestry is a concept in the midst of being helpfully purged

The executions in China don't use scaffolding nor feel the need

Westerners prefer staging, it seems

A person may be folded in a slow sort of origami. posthumously.

But keenness has nothing to do with nature's mind

Nature's mind is mostly vice versa (hidden purse)

His life's work was to put a camel in each book by Samuel Beckett

The wealth involved in some mental illness is staggering

These people are sometimes allowed to purchase whole alphabets

We greet them in parking lots

(it's the closest they'll come to our buildings)

*

And then we learned through Crick & Watson nature was just these hidden patents

It was capitalist piggery all along (even if no one was driving)

A tooth under human control is a miraculous thing

Dogs can't wait for miracles

Only humans who deal largely with suffixes (very large oceans)

Mental or moral or strategic sand

Thou sands down many

Though the ocean remains a sort of courage I suppose. grebes on image tides

Liquid as the notion of "event" in Canada

A charge is incurred for a chemical change in a sentence

Insolubize the mountain please

What is insensate in marriage is the third eye

Right where your lover kisses you on the forehead

It's too late for matriarchal brakes, the rot is androgynous

and i suppose we sort of love that sea-whiff

*

Reference is the sensitive head of the penis in capitalism

Are you insane enough to speak in shibboleths

God love a comma drizzler, a philosopher

Like honey-basted skins of nineteen-year-olds, he can taste it cookin

Florida is renowned for its florid Bundys and counting

"Jeb said dias Bej" look I made a palindrome

Nature is not a palindrome unless you spell it COC

They're remaking the Partridge Family, it'll be a palimpsest

H.D. was only a lesbian when it suited her biography

I come not to sully H.D. but to rhapsodize her

What is paleographic color and where can I buy it?

As a white person, I know my limits

I stop at vivisection that is not toothsome

I tooth at vivisection that is not human

*

I Want to be the First Transsexual President of Iraq

Seven is a magic number so shut up

If you take the Palatine up your posterior can I can I watch

Just Soup

Helical doubts at the Muses' ability to inject sodium chloride anymore

The natural means to transform the unnatural love

Leaves me hungry for a bevy of six-beer queers discussing Gertrude Stein's lactose intolerance

Flak growth intolerance sucks in our allies

How much more so in our patriots

Look, we are all just soup, the President italicized

We are very, very italicized these days

The graves all run on time

I want to be an equestrienne given a Caesarean on Lithium

I want to stand on the horse as it runs into the White House

Sparkling and pretty, pretty and darkling

I want to make a President, not elect one

I long to cry out:

"Gentlemen, may I present to you

the first Transsexual Stem-Cell White House Pet!"