This is a poem of mine cut up and inter-spliced with Lisa’s beautiful Achilles to sound like a kind of disturbing conversation. Adding annabloom’s work makes it even more so.


resolution/ D- generation.

i am an imperfect copy of myself.
xeroxed cells replicating fuzzily at the edges.
photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy,
a kind of new year’s bad resolution.

i wouldn’t say i have one foot in the grave
yet sometimes worms nibble my toes
some mornings i awake and my joints are stiff
but my cock isn’t.


(from Policies & Procedures
Southern-Land Poets, Garron Publishing,
ISSN 2202-7246)
2016