Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
THE DESCENT OF MARINE LEPEN FROM THE STRATOSPHERIC OCEAN From the clouds emerge a fishy shaman all his fishy friends dressed in business garb, necklaced ink stones they plucked from between their toes. Roquefort blue stolen from the eyes of Continue reading The Descent Of Marine Le Pen From The Stratospheric Ocean by Arturo Desimone
A FRENCH GYPSY IN THE LINE-UP TO BE MURDERED FIRST READING THE TAROT FOR MARINE LE PEN In the Tarocchi of jews and gypsies the card of the hunger-Moon surfaces, Hungry dogs of Langued’oc lap up the moon’s tears with Continue reading A French Gypsy In The Line-Up To Be Murdered First Reading The Tarot For Marine Le Pen by Arturo Desimone
FOR MARINE LE PEN AND HER LAPINS I never liked those girls who at their lunch-break need to tell everyone their dreams but yesterday, I tele-dreamt of a childish prophetess Who taught what monsters do exist, My third eye dilates, Continue reading For Marine Le Pen And Her Lapins by Arturo Desimone