The Organ of Corti (Tetrahedral Spiral)
By Jon Papas
the chick stolen from the over-easy i. double-headed castration (mechanical transformation)
bathes in abominable yellow milk, the G-word
wrapped in terrifying fluids. the alpha-remainder
rent from skin, skin from chicken thighs, but leave
the hairs on, kosher-skinned genitalia. the restraints of flesh
bristle against flesh, scar deep ruts in the pubis, phantom
drumsticks pounding perineum. The sensory world vibrates,
felt in-the-gut, in the lower-than-gut, in the catholic
ripping between the eyeballs of hip-sockets. snails squeeze amorphous in the
spiral shell, but skin requires
a definite constraint. n+7
my pelvic ivory, see
what noun you find for cage. ii. transvection (shear) like sprite bottles upended
touching rims, a modicum of lip flesh puckered, the tender pressed together, the hurricane kept within
body, while the orifices stay covered, out of
the rain. wells that suck and spit, but stay stable
while I transvex between planes. the spiral curves
in and around the second chakra, !the swadhisthana!
the male seahorse bears children, the female mantis
ingests the partner in a growling, spastic orgy
of devouring. demolition, siren-like, calls even
the fallopian in all of us. that primacy
of destruction, that consuming
consumption, the finger-
length revolve, the
bleeding orbit
of sensual
bodies iii. I’ll have what we all had (recruitment)
in gravity,
wrapped around
a primal nucleus, the compulsion
to use me, wrap your knives around
my sex. a copy of a copy functional inasmuch as
I can feel your spine clicking against my carapace
torso. no primacy in origination. fuck platonics,
plutonics – stability is a myth of magma and
tectonics, a decayed metal faceplate wrapped
in twenty-four carat gold. let it rot in the sea-salt.
this is as it should be – declarative, tart,
artificed in the decadence of the corporeal, recognizable copies only from waist down.
iv. aesthetic ignorance is so bliss (mechanical transformation) the fluid timpani swirls
around miasmas of
unknowing. dragonflies can fuck midair, tails latched to heads. the copulation wheel. the cocks keeps seed
in torso. the spiral shortens, gaea gives
him a chop chop. air-fucking is no fun, the
absence of boundaries leads to a sameness
of motion, to banality of sky, but I would take
to the breeze, if it meant that
this skin-sack would
let me go.
from the altar v. anything in white has the right to kill (shear) fill your shells with diamonds
spasm a long jet of shining crystal
with one deep pump. if what they
require is spotless, white, virgin,
show the puncturing, penetrate
with egg, wrap a yolk’s slick
orange fingers around a
candle. be that
pale, sheer
surface:
frictio-
nless.
vi. the tensile strength of aquatic sex (recruitment) obviously
fuck gender with
a sword, break goliath
with vibrators. be an unbearable rise in loudness. the sea will shear, separate, split component bonds, atoms, at the kinetic force of
bodies plowing water.
the multiplicity of vii. open the god cupboard (mechanical transformation)
the monotheistic ampersand,
the tripartite, drag-show god in the
Jesus get-up, in white, a shotgun shell
in ecstasy, a clarion of blood, libel.
let him, the patriarchy, melt
away in the sun.
viii. splice it between rocks (shear) let genetics
burn off. wrap lips
around contemporaneous.
the spiral only goes on for as long
as your eyes follow it. the wounds heal
only if you lance them. the
vacuum only seals
if the brick stays in your
hand
<< ISSUE #1
By Jon Papas
the chick stolen from the over-easy i. double-headed castration (mechanical transformation)
bathes in abominable yellow milk, the G-word
wrapped in terrifying fluids. the alpha-remainder
rent from skin, skin from chicken thighs, but leave
the hairs on, kosher-skinned genitalia. the restraints of flesh
bristle against flesh, scar deep ruts in the pubis, phantom
drumsticks pounding perineum. The sensory world vibrates,
felt in-the-gut, in the lower-than-gut, in the catholic
ripping between the eyeballs of hip-sockets. snails squeeze amorphous in the
spiral shell, but skin requires
a definite constraint. n+7
my pelvic ivory, see
what noun you find for cage. ii. transvection (shear) like sprite bottles upended
touching rims, a modicum of lip flesh puckered, the tender pressed together, the hurricane kept within
body, while the orifices stay covered, out of
the rain. wells that suck and spit, but stay stable
while I transvex between planes. the spiral curves
in and around the second chakra, !the swadhisthana!
the male seahorse bears children, the female mantis
ingests the partner in a growling, spastic orgy
of devouring. demolition, siren-like, calls even
the fallopian in all of us. that primacy
of destruction, that consuming
consumption, the finger-
length revolve, the
bleeding orbit
of sensual
bodies iii. I’ll have what we all had (recruitment)
in gravity,
wrapped around
a primal nucleus, the compulsion
to use me, wrap your knives around
my sex. a copy of a copy functional inasmuch as
I can feel your spine clicking against my carapace
torso. no primacy in origination. fuck platonics,
plutonics – stability is a myth of magma and
tectonics, a decayed metal faceplate wrapped
in twenty-four carat gold. let it rot in the sea-salt.
this is as it should be – declarative, tart,
artificed in the decadence of the corporeal, recognizable copies only from waist down.
iv. aesthetic ignorance is so bliss (mechanical transformation) the fluid timpani swirls
around miasmas of
unknowing. dragonflies can fuck midair, tails latched to heads. the copulation wheel. the cocks keeps seed
in torso. the spiral shortens, gaea gives
him a chop chop. air-fucking is no fun, the
absence of boundaries leads to a sameness
of motion, to banality of sky, but I would take
to the breeze, if it meant that
this skin-sack would
let me go.
from the altar v. anything in white has the right to kill (shear) fill your shells with diamonds
spasm a long jet of shining crystal
with one deep pump. if what they
require is spotless, white, virgin,
show the puncturing, penetrate
with egg, wrap a yolk’s slick
orange fingers around a
candle. be that
pale, sheer
surface:
frictio-
nless.
vi. the tensile strength of aquatic sex (recruitment) obviously
fuck gender with
a sword, break goliath
with vibrators. be an unbearable rise in loudness. the sea will shear, separate, split component bonds, atoms, at the kinetic force of
bodies plowing water.
the multiplicity of vii. open the god cupboard (mechanical transformation)
the monotheistic ampersand,
the tripartite, drag-show god in the
Jesus get-up, in white, a shotgun shell
in ecstasy, a clarion of blood, libel.
let him, the patriarchy, melt
away in the sun.
viii. splice it between rocks (shear) let genetics
burn off. wrap lips
around contemporaneous.
the spiral only goes on for as long
as your eyes follow it. the wounds heal
only if you lance them. the
vacuum only seals
if the brick stays in your
hand
<< ISSUE #1
