by Alexis O’Hara

pointed stick to M16
everything in between
born to breed
killed to feed

bite
chew
swallow
digest
expel reverse order in case of bulimia

yo soy la piscina
que te parece tan limpia, azul, clara
te invito: venga venga venga
yo soy la piscina
que te quema el piel
el pelo y los ojos
tan llena de chimicos soy

je suis l’ancienne forêt
territoire protégé, rêvé
tu m’as quitté
on the back of a pickup
tu voyais la vie en rose
ignorante du vide qui entourait ta plenitude

i am the cow
moo

hands you use to choke
hands used to provoke
fingers made to probe
to poke to push to grab the lobe
staple in a tag
club and lug and drag
across a sawdust cornmeal floor
past a hundred eyes or more
hands you use to set the fire

the farmer sighs
money goes up in smoke

everybody wants their food served up good and fast
À TABLE
food for thought eat this up
time to sup to dine to feast
to consume to say the least

break fast break bread
as invisible hands kill invisible lambs
off far in the distance where their cries are ignored
on the forest floor, trees live no more
where there were roots now is soot
clear cut and burned charbroiled
taste of flesh on moistened lips
movement moment a lifetime on the hips
she trips elle trébuche les doigts partout
dans ses poches, elle s’accroche
dans la tarte, dans la boue
ça coule, ça roule, roulade, coulis
rillettes, galettes, galère, colère
rage to riches
moo

so ravenous these days (dégoutée)
self-consumption:trying to stop the hole inside
stuffing non-stop food into the hole dug in the mind

pork to the pigs
beef to the cows
swill to the swine
how about a glass of wine?

open up the universe
watch railroad tracks and ticking clocks
is your refridgerator running?
light bulb fizz hand crack
too much time in the sun
don’t you know it’s dangerous to run with such abandon?
don’t you know it’s foolish to get caught with your hand in?
sticky on your fingertips
stuck to the evidence
stick them in my open lips
don’t get caught on the fence
when you’re trying to jump the border
save some in the mattress
or she’ll try to hoard her share and even more
evening out the score
morning at the store
hit the till burned the will everything is fine
a new episode of friends is on at nine
sent the rent like i meant
y’all come back some time
so what if no one catches on
so what if no one understands a goddamn word you’re saying
don’t they know we’re playing at not playing safe
another oil spill in the ocean
another police corruption scandal
another smokestack ribbon cutting ceremony
another hollywood movie premiere
another
another research grant for male erectile dysfunction
another bush in the white house
another burning bush

this just in: we’re on our way out!