Khadijah Queen
Issue 14 · Fall 2014
_________________________ overheard, misheard or re-imagined
"Do not appear if you do not want to disappear." —Foucault
I lost the poem I wrote in a strip club,
could have sworn I wrote it on the back
of an important to-do list. Perhaps
a persona poem. Something like:
I am the body hawker
running from the police.
Or:
What other people do
to destroy themselves is
too obvious for me, so
I had to use my own thoughts.
In that case, the poem would have
less to do with stripping than with paying
attention to the absence of dollars
tucked into a g-string.
Perhaps I should wear g-strings
dangling pink rhinestones. Perhaps I should
practice stroking metal poles with
my strong thighs and painterly hands. Why not
dramatize and sensualize endangerment. People do
enjoy juxtaposition. But what if
just this failing memory is enough.
______________________ Theory: Synesthesia
First, I was twenty-five with no sleep ( )
& my body said feel this And I didn't
want to ( ) then It turned into a constant & ( )
burned to be felt I couldn't harden
away from it couldn't ease ( )
or sleep or not-feel my way away because it was myself &
what my child could see ( ) & what I was watching
_________________________ where I thought I'd never go, really do or see
after Burning Man, multiple all caps texts & online dating
Break all leaving— take luxury desert night walks nature deluxe
Forlorn men love being wrapped
in blankets / whispering to betrayers post coitus
A rich cokehead wants to double you, Requiem-style COMPLICATED PUSSY FEELINGS (NM)
A certain automatic response: subverted pleasure as replacement, temporary resonance
never a nomadic mess— a miracle peddler
THAT'S WHY I CLICK BETTER WITH DEEP ARTIST (SIC) (AD)
two weeks recognizing whalebone metrical vivids
painted over dead Dodge mockups to fly international / sorrow through Bushwick mira
NO LOVE TODAY? (MC) no matching habitat & inhabitant cheesecloth buildings &
Island scrapes mean more than industrial etchings theorizing meaning under sound—
Augustine horns lining chaste Tuts—rubber reconstructions
YAH BUT YAH I GO DEEP (AD)
HEY BAYBAY (MC) an imaginary kiss in Salzburg— lips read: robot
read: reanimator ZOMBIES (multi) riding horses in frothy seaspray, so Kanye
MY EMOTIONS STAY ON MY SLEEVES (AD)
sweet under condition escultura Kunstbank lead form
of light, waterline plane / carried dialectic— divine pneumatic burden
idiom removal, wedding ditties destiny of toccatas: "blessed shade"
U MAKE ME HAPPY (MC) diaristic aplomb stylized cocoon
pendulum, pendulum vital stack of shawls
HE PULLED A GUN ON YOU (AMJ)
spoiled orange flashbacks nightmare thread a ratchet Picasso
forbidden Amsterdam Monaco, Rothko
SO SICK OF BLACKFACE BULLSHIT (multi)
somebody just wear a real snakeskin on a shag carpet, Rudraksha beads in a loose fist
EMPTY PELLET PISTOL (MC)
But no ride Moschino motherships to Mickey D's
antigravity parachute to retroviral isle watercolor hurricanes / punctuated tapestries
reclaimed ego flank— lie to all parrots lips read: macabre pinnacle
polarizing visage: Ying Yang twins in space
HARDER INTERRUPTION (multi) starts with cracked earth, dry lace of rock, radical promenade of phantasmagoric materiality destroying la playa entertainment
Nod your head if you want to doff all Rag & Bone scribble light blurs or get the stones to rope boulders at absurd heights in the puzzling wilderness— appalling simultaneity
figurative permeation— Was it really worth you going out like that—Whitney
hydraulic sketches steampunk cures
pyrrhic lotus kindled vessel, core effigy
AM I IN THE RUNNING (MC) fireworks of dust
Mad Max stacks of bones on dollies bamboo mandala basalt apex
interlocking gongs the prevailing collaboration— sonic armature
science of encounter deteriorates to sunflower praise if amorphous seraphim escape to a fictional universe if colleague disorientation instigates a faux touchstone But no
LAST THING TO EVERY (SIC) GRACE YOUR TONGUE
FIRST DAY (SIC—taste) OF PEANUT BUTTER (MC)
tremendous mudra make fireproof charades centrifugal wraps, limestone
helixes, muladhara awake
joyous throng in a funhouse dance next to Zonotopia
netted every talisman except thwarted emphasis and privileged immolation
HE WONE READY (AT)
pistil vault: open
crimson grill, aluminum ears, papier mâché narwhal, netted turquoise— a chronos eulogy
this rainforest arcade— supine enormity, elaborate effigy, kindled vessel—
mass Crayola carnival of reindeer, Ferris wheels, a thousand vehicles rusting into concave timelessness—
a chronic lack of clever
FUCK A HUMAN-SIZED BOMB (multi)
adamant accelerant, risking a lavender head rising from sand in devilish contour
not a too-literal rudiment not a flux of granite intention no kitchen couturier
refined rejoinder jutted revival
AN ORDER OF LUMINANCE (multi)
as if invited into Ghiberti doors— gilded homage, inevitable scandal of courtyards dust fields of towers & fountains Babylon spheres embodied rockets copper wings—
MC: WHY R U UP SO EARLY (silence) (blocked)
(unblocked)
one can never have enough vats or spires functionless save for beauty
I MISS U I DON'T WANT TO LOSE U (tbc)—