John Landry, October 2013

Under the skirts of Spanish dancers
stray icons engage in the secret practice of Elsewhere
A few verbs of crystal blind the glands of eucalyptus leaves
where I, mad with bouquets looking for the perfect opium,
wheel my eyes through leprous snow
panting the rays of an incandescent love
to soften the hoops of idiots
in that place between nauseous fingers
and the insinuations of an orphan flute
I am a drunken heap of anchors bleached to a whisper
where yr fevered sails incline upon my fauning

In the Waiting Room of the Self-Mutilation Therapist 1

oh the arrogance of man
to think his alterations
can possibly enhance
the sacred body
we have become

twelve gauge has taken on a whole new meaning
he tells me as he leads me to the latest addition
to the medical miracle chart he has become
but I thought it was a treasure map
before the the punctures

I am a practiced oral cartographer
whose instruments are particularly
sensitive to plate tectonics
and gravitational shifts
whose tongue and lips
humanize the landscape
and spelunk along with the best of them

In the Waiting Room of the Self-Mutilation Therapist 2

oh the arrogance of woman
to think her alterations
can possibly improve upon
the sacred body
we have become

hood ornament has taken on a whole new meaning
she tells me as she leads me to the latest addition
to the acupuncture chart she has become
she insists it’s a treasure map
but I thought it was a joy
before the tasteful pictures

I am a practiced oral cartographer
whose instruments are particularly
sensitive to plate tectonics
and gravitational shifts
whose tongue and lips
humanize the landscape
and spelunk along with the best of them

 

John Landry was born in New Bedford, Massachusetts and has survived as a quahogger, scallop shucker, factory worker, warehouseman,library assistant, teacher, His work has appeared in Appeal to Reason, Amerarcana, Flying Fish, Burp, Fell Swoop, Xcp cross-cultural poetics, Poetas Siglo Venitiuno 21st Century Poets(Spain), onedit, citizen 32, NRG, Outofour, Istanbul Literary Review, Exquisite Corpse. He has lived in Germany, India, and Greece.
His most recent book is quién va a podar los ciruelos cuando me vaya/who will prune the plum tree when i am gone, published by Editorial Cuneta in Santiago, Chile in 2010.

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