Cliff Cannon: Four Poems
A man who believes in Gautama and the radio…
A man who believes in Gautama and the radio…
Harpo and Chico and Zeppo plotted how Groucho would die…
Homonculus / of fiction…
variegated reflected retroactive reactive light…
And it rises up, as if swaying from drunkenness, merely a corner of a whole…
I use metadata the way King Tubby uses tempo…
boardered / up ship / in quest / for male / deadpan / siren
Somehow in the jerkoff videos they'd squeeze tightly into his inguinal canals, grouped shyly around his cock looking more like identical growths, a sandcastl...
His lustful heart raked, raked again, through coals beneath / his chaste black robe…
The author will no doubt be inspired, consciously or unconsciously, by what they have read, but as soon as the notion of an original work comes before them, ...
Then as now — with the light beginning to pale and the waterfront air thinning…
C’est que / sparrow’s buff insistent alcazar garden voice / tinged citrus dream
A torso leaks into the soil / A city stands without a torso
What is it, beautifully, that you see? Rivers washing the sky.