he shows me how I am
by CAConrad
he shows
me how I am
all over his life
alliance of perverts
warms the spot
our butterfly
of inertia
plunging
to the
bottom
of a last
spoonful
with the celebrated
violence of real estate
consciousness
has never been
human alone
we materialize
from behind
the curtain
got to push to shimmer
give more than we take
keep saying it till we do
give more than we take
would a church
by CAConrad
would
a church
exist if our
fear of death
did not prevail
retire the invisible
arm reaching in and
out of our attention
a tree
reveals
its pulse
to the
leaning
lovers
was that you
it wasn’t me
our names
materialize
on lips of
everyone
we love
a brief
frequency
holding each
syllable
midair
from Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return
by CAConrad
Do You Like
Your Species
is my latest
questionnaire
meet me at the
quarry where
Michelangelo
conjured David
falling is
felt all
over the
body the
next day
imagine
trees hurting
on the forest floor
our every cell
singing the
Ghost of
We Shall
Rise Again
if you call this planet
evil one more time
I will have to learn
to hold you better
Body Double
by Ma Yongbo
The feeling of entering something makes you hesitate
Perhaps the void inside and that around
Contain a certain continuity, which is aroma
Extracted from the same plant, before you can think
You find yourself in the seal’s yellowish skin and brain
Careful salute to those entering before you is needed
Who are statuettes in rows above clapboard
They eye each other after you turn away
Yet you come here anyway
As if to enjoy the invisible look that
Surrounds and measures you, the uncomfortable presence
in–yourself
Then you have also become an old object, dim bronze ware
Ceramic fireplace unused for years, books for ornament
Arched windows occupy almost the whole wall
As the stale afternoon sun shining through stained glass
Something seems to be moved secretly
Like details neglected or left out while being reviewed
But nobody will mind it long. This Russian mansion
Is canopied by an elm whose leaves start to turn yellow ahead to
season
Located in a sidestreet, breeze comes occasionally
From the green wooden loggia