travel the world inside your own dumbass skull
not disturb a single neuron in it
last looks go you could do worse
a tower of flame
sky is mouldy peach.
I am drawn to this evil pier...
with stinking dulse
have your instructions.
me at the gate where air meets water
only hearts take only photographs
are beasts! always
on the seat always
always slackjawed always
see the girls walk by dressed in their summer colds.
strikes the greenhouse
Again and again I experience
And x engenders pain in the world
Therefore I engender pain:
A bolt from the blues
is happening here VIII
follows me up to the ersatz waterfall
testing the seams of his twill pants
want so badly for our bodies to communicate
spirit tricks me into the eastern grotto
the kitchen hot milk
boiled ginger juice
barrier that air cannot traverse
perfect white specimen left on a bush
beetle hidden in it
heart of the tourist is empty
of fish skin
It is time to throw another thing on the fire
man vomits into a dumpster
dumpster cheers too!
rose garden is a misnomer.
a rose garden of your own
Hot ginger milk
on my face
Jake Byrne is a queer writer. His poem “Parallel Volumes” won CV2’s Young Buck
Poetry Prize for 2019. His work has appeared in Bat City Review, PRISM
international, Lambda Literary’s Poetry Spotlight, The Puritan, and The
Fiddlehead, among others. His first chapbook, The Tide, was published by
Rahila’s Ghost Press in 2017. He is a settler based in Tkaronto, on the
traditional meeting places of the nations of the Huron-Wendat, the Seneca, the
Haudenosaunee, and the Missisaugas of the Credit River.
Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan