A VIEW

Your look

is like a fashionable book:

white space, the meaning all *,

all droll footnote in nine-point.

Life lengthens to an emdash—

I could list the colors, but I’m no dead

philosopher. Whatev, you say,

not even bothering to end

your dismissals. Fine. I say

hush and scrutinize the sea: my linguist,

my one true bright hissing love.

Brent is a total fox and a mustache thief.

I’ve got amyls,
videos of dogs peeing,
and some time to kill.

What’s a mustache thief?
Like a turd burgler?
Or a butt pirate?

Please do not write dreamless prose.
It makes us feel awkward.

Free strong bad advice right here.

Fuck my fucking hole you fuck.

Flame on!!!
 

© Randall Mann 2007.

Randall Mann is the author of COMPLAINT IN THE GARDEN (Zoo Press, 2004) and, with Michelle Boisseau and the late Robert Wallace, WRITING POEMS (Pearson Longman, 2007). He works as a senior editor at Genentech and lives in San Francisco.

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