Alyssa Wolf [USA]
A Total Angel
Let us imagine he wept
An exciting tour
Ending in her
One, two
Unbirthed
That he drank
Away
From them
Until teardrops
Made flesh
Made
A total angel
Barefoot on the ice
In the cold of the new
Aside
From these fetishes
Outside
The confusion of hymns
Just bones just dirt
Just listening just mind
: :
This single ground is called Darkness
How does 'the process' start?
Wing
Counts
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It is said
It was dialogue
Which corrupted
Tragedy
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It should not be
Romania and Egypt
Of the slightest injury
Growing, rather
A language light
Meet beautiful Betty
Her teenage son Robin
And her best friend Jenny
To pray is covert
In a way
Here we are complete and here we are doubles
At least in appetite
Of what had become
By the time of the severin
Let's say
There is this human being
You are let
Eating you
There are the tubes
There is the waste
You clean it
And think about cleaning it
You clean him
And clean him
Please stop if this is
A thrill
Let's say you amputate your own
Leg
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Librarian knocked down
In the street, come upon, now
Thugs scatter after
There I saw, you should know
The fresh photograph
Of your old girl weeping
There is her end exposed
A little dark, grainy
I don't believe that he wept
There is the way
And then there is them
In pictures - they say they made you
With their "loving memories"
And because they did and because
The rule is cruelty
He is still caught there
Behind a device
Stinging
From the mouth, from the head
What actually happened
Nebulous as
A memory of golden California
Where he has never breathed
For hours curled
Just like that
Dead calf
(the other one)
:
We took time
To train him
To hallucinate milk
Then went off
Doubt
The other finds it
Again
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I would rather
I would scenes
From the bedroom
From the beach
From the boardroom
To be read together:
'I am dragging you
Across this
Line'
(The Man Act)
The total angel is
No man's
It's his return I desire
Not his repetition
It's his return I desire
A black economy which marks me
Copyright ©2007 by Alyssa
Wolf
Allyssa Wolf was in born in
Columbus, Ohio, in 1971, and raised in rural Pataskala, Ohio, a student of the
bible and Christian missionary until she was thirteen. At age ten she became a
poet after reading Lewis Carroll’s Through
the Looking Glass.
She is editor of a chapbook series, Gateway Songbooks, and online magazine, Ghost Play. Her first collection of poems, Vaudeville, was published by Seismicity
Editions early in 2006. She is currently at work on her next two poetry
manuscripts: Prisoner’s Cinema and Pure Waste.
She now lives in San Francisco, in the area called variously
the Tender, Nob and the Theater District.
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