National Poetry Month: NEW ROMANTICS by Farid Matuk
by Farid Matuk
Carry carrier the disease
is not a bad thing is forever
new romantics sing precise
of them women inside me
cherry wine Faye had butt
kids dance close without touching
fall into your comfort, grain
dance quinoa purple
pink orange yellow sun
wave up the hill and back
up dancers raise their stockinged knees
to the left describe the world
our grown heads against the glass
a herpes flowers at the corner
of our mouths’ mouth
we are beautiful, it’s gonna be a beautiful night.
To the moon full face we are turning
away Saint Sebastian displayed the moon
petrifies. I want us to put on our coyote skin
go loping snout-free
fuzz out the night, the Pacific
and go louder every tree is a channel
I want to talk in eucalyptus skins peel
line the road eucalyptus oil something something wildfire.
Great whites make love outside and salt blows back
an orange is feeding my daughter in Virginia
she reached up you said peppermint
tea fog against your ribs
against the door you hung
you’re so possible, long feet
walking a new constellation down the city
piss, run to catch up.
The fog turns away the night, let the night turn away from the moon
let the moon turn away so I can see it
I want to burrow in the hot, hot sand, I want to know everything
I want to eat your ass, to seep into our next selves
tender love, lots of babies, the sign for more.
This poem is from issue 38.1. You may purchase a copy here.