from THE MINUTES

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Alex Porco

 

XLV

Let’s begin:
“We neither confirm nor deny
Millennials are so progressive that,
As compared to previous generations,
Even the racists among them
Have Black and Latino/a friends
But, unlike ostriches, do not
Mourn their dead. Please, stop
Eating Nutella, and save the
Forest! Stop eating pussy, and
Save the forget-me-nots! This message
Is brought to you by
The piano toccatas— which sound
Like a drift of pigs
Playing at tombola— of Debussy.”
“The object of symbolism is
The enhancement of the importance
Of that which is symbolized.”
“I’m like a 4 and
8 on the crazy-hawt scale.”
“Pleasure is my greatest regret
Of inconsequence, every condom filled
With a fluish hue, the
Plausible deniability of our love
Child, or contracepted palace coup,
As foreseen by the oracle.”
[The oracle— say what now?]
“Warning: microwave sushi may make
Kabuki Theater of your gastrointestines.”
“This morning I messaged Mo.
I told him I’m sad
Because ‘It’s a blank verse
World, and I want to
Rhyme.’ What I meant is
That my date I think
From last night is okay
With gays— but definitely not
With Jews, Mexicans, or haikus.
One thing led to another,
And….” I’m fucking and quoting
Serially to forget about you.
Meeting adjourned.

XLVI

Let’s begin:
I’ve been told
That my sneezes
Are a combination
Of karate chop
And laugh that
God’s the main
Man in my
Cosplay as Skeeball
Champion of Cleveland
I’ve travelled to
The future on
Your sugar that
My snogs are
Comets of commas
And Lawsuits from
Sultans the main
Mangos in my
Kittens I’ve travelled
To another galaxy
On your summons
To the gala
Of commies and
Mannequins sunbathing on
Your summit and
I’ve been warned
That snobs laxatives
And superstitions are
Aiming like sunbeams
On snowflakes to
Slow the gait
Of love’s funnel
Cake so put
On the filthy
Tight dandelion dress
And wear it
Like the unheard
Instrument in the
Saxophone family that
You are while
An army of
P.J. Harveys clears
Out every woodpecker
From every bidet …
And yes that’s
A euphemism for—
Meeting adjourned.

XLVII

Let’s begin:
Self-esteem is one of the leading causes of death when popped like a mislabeled
………………..bottle of bowling balls that strike all the pins that prop your feelings
………………..up with sadness down
To a size
Manageable enough for
Your fingers
To fit
(Down your throat).
And tomorrow sex will be bad again, thanks,
Fist deep in what Love doesn’t bend; but
At least there’s no illusion of freedom—
Not even in the Chinese ideogram for lubricant
You once believed meant something more Zen.
The birds,
I don’t know what the birds’re yipping about, but it’s some kind of melodrama
………………..pitched at what’s bothering us beside sex, marrying the world
………………..this early hour at all costs with characters, as the saying goes, on
………………..whom nothing is ever lost.
*
There’s no sword to strike against
A ghost.
*
RM Vaughan asks that I take my top off, and I think I’ll do it one day because
………………..he’s a great poet but I also think I won’t do it because my chest
………………..hair is equally great— not in the sense of “first-rate,” like RM’s poetry,
………………..but in the sense of “unusual or considerable in degree, power,
………………..intensity, etc.,” like my chest hair.
Though maybe there’s no difference between the two. That is, between definitions
………………..of “great,” I mean. Not RM’s poetry and my chest hair,
The latter of which makes me look
Like a quokka.
RM’s poetry makes me feel
Like a quokka,
“The happiest animal in the world,”
According to a recent study published by the Perth Zoo
Or according to Disney cartoons.
I can’t remember which. Doesn’t matter.
What matters is
RM’s a great poet precisely because he would’ve figured out how to rhyme quokka
………………..with cock. I tried for a month. And failed. It’s been a difficult April.
………………..But I like how I’ve used it well enough,
Now that it’s May.
It’s hot today. 31 degrees.
I think I’ll take my top off, after all—
for the poem’s sake.
For R.M.
For Canada!
Motherfuckin’ Canada!
(I’m a baaaaadddddd mama-nationalist…)_
*
I never understand what I mean. So
I keep the official minutes,
like a fig leaf
to bless the dentist who makes a mess of it
by pulling all the wrong teeth.
I love you? (Blood.)
I love you. (More blood.)
I love you? (More blood with chunks of dentin and pulp.)
Meeting adjourned.

XLVIII

Let’s begin:
Rym
“How do you feel about short sleeves and a tie?”
“It’s a good look for an 8 year old who wants to be taken seriously.”
*
Sloppy Haiku #834
She’s got an asshole
Rolled tighter
Than pork belly roulade.
#BlessedBBQ #Farmtotable #NotyodaddysRichardAldington
*
Ram
“Damn.”
“What?”
“My mom cussed me out for wearing ripped jeans when she cooked nice
………………..food for dinner— I mean,
she overcooked the asparagus.”
*
The fundamental problem necessary to consider is both formal (i.e., sound) and
………………..political (i.e., authority): what is the relationship of Rime to Time?
The hominini of Siberia, in the Altai mountains, are homonyms with
………………..whom— eighteenth-century Grub Street poets sipping tea pulled
………………..from the mahogany caddy? Once upon
An Alexander Pope did the realms of “tea” (Shropshire, Cathay) sometimes rime
………………..with “obey,” from the Latin to hear. The ear
No longer obeys
The eye.
Love you,
Bae
xox
p.s. And eye is the bikini, erogenous and radioactive: when your hard-on rimes
………………..with a (“A”) bomb (ecological disaster, displaced Micronesian
………………..families, stillbirths), erectile dysfunction is the side effect of History.
………………..It’s difficult getting it up
For anything
It’s difficult getting it on
With anyone
In good conscience come summertime.
*
One-Word Italian Sonnet
coeurespondend
*
Like a refrigerator warmed up in a microwave,
Aubreys tend to be the hottest chicks you’ll ever meet;
And Kim— five miles away— has sent you a fuck request,
And HotMommy33— two miles away— has sent you a fuck request;
And the right to be drunk on the front porch of a private home was upheld
………………..by the Supreme Court;
And we lined up
From Belmokhtar to Baltimore for Age of Ultron one day,
And the next forgot about Freddie Mac and Freddie Gray.
*
Ruff
“‘Annoying’— how so?”
“You know, like, the way she inhales air after she laughs. That.”
“So you don’t like… how she breathes.”
“—.”
“You know, she’ll die if she doesn’t, right?”
Meeting adjourned.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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