collaborative poem by Jon H., Kristin P., Bethany P., Cynthia S., Chelsea T., and Jerrod J. at Art Bar

1.

hallway crazy. you know how to make a design

Always the haze is closing. Obscure line recedes.

distant point equals me sightless, or my hands made of tiny lines. I

the line equal, I the hand upon sightless distance,

Mercedes go vroom absolute decay but we wait

Amid the skeins of steel-born traffic, the hallways and the line.

and the Mercedes gliding across a stage in dream time, the mall attacking us in our sleep,

Sightless sleep, the nightmared rushing, the hand, the line, the night

the fiery wolf of my brain rushing towards a revelation, the light, the time

and the nightmare pointing demons toward the moon - "GO" and

tell the rays your tale of turning under their quiet fingers

like trees getting rid of their leaves. a divine self assembly,

garden of perfect symmetry.

Rippling needless symmetries til it feels

separate. and i called you kind? but we speak only w/

tongue sometimes.

2

to beer is fake but beautiful let's dance in sync

darling, what night is it? 1983?

cheeks splayed - a night of symmetries and dance

holding beer in steins with dancing dames!

those cheeks, night of shoes flapping, dancing symmetry

and we talk too long, is it 1983? babe please tell me

Whose cheeks these symmetries reveal, what cheeks and

dames, the beer so fake, what cheeks again and what year?

holding, "what you"s, hoping to search for "again, what"?

separate from darlings! Hoping for new darlings!

bold-cheeked and beautiful, pouring my bunny-hide

desires of soft nails...L. B. look him, watch

this son. Pour upon the softening skin, bold and

fake, cheeks splayed, the beer still fake, but less so,

somehow. Super chunk Alexander can't take Kant or never -

was a thing worth saying. Who is though?

bold dames who are worth a night of softening hope, again,

pour upon Alexander searches for text, I can't take

the skin splayed, somehow our desires goes on, like, way

way past 1983 or anything. Like holy cow, for a

minute. we were dancing. Like, for real. Beer.

(FLOWER ILLUSTRATION)

SUCK MA DICK

Well, I suppose

that wraps it up.

Get it together.

(Japanese translation)