gabriel hart – 2 poems

CUM ON MY BEDSIDE DENNIS COOPER NOVEL
 
I do love Dennis Cooper
but he is not who did this to me
my DNA smeared
faint translucent streaks
on the veil of his litany
incidental
collateral
damage
depository
 
from a touch
the thrusts,
climax
the rush
to drowsy nod
in agreement
 
I had a dream
we’d judge a man
by the content
of his character
not the characters
of his content
 
So I promise
it wasn’t his content
instead
it’s merely my contents
indebted
to her
naked body
in my bed, now
our embodiment
of contentment


IN THE EVENT BEFORE FOREVER
 
Remember:
I am only a tourist
just passing through
some prior convictions
(minor)
but no more
commitments
(“but wait — aren’t you the host
of the event?”)
yes, forever
overzealous
long overdue
parasitic stud
Sisyphus
and syphilitic
expiration date
tattooed
on my blood
objective:
to coagulate
(don’t dilute)
forever
unprepared
to due time
with these eyes
but if not me
then who? —
 
that deadly moat
of turned backs
around the premises?
aghast, they
remind me
why I came
where the getaway car
is parked
when we race
back to nowhere
I
hope
you
remember
my name


GABRIEL HART lives in California's High Desert. His collection Hymns from The Whipping Post is out now from First Cut Poetry/Close to the Bone. He's the author of neo-pulp accumulation Fallout From Our Asphalt Hell, the dipsopocalyptic twin novel Virgins in Reverse/The Intrusion, and is a co-conspirator at The Last Estate.

www.gabrielhart.net



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