FANZINE

*
have a municipal
complaint?

you can feed it

to my corpse-body’s
pre-creamed
               rectum—

the chowder smell of jism

               lights me up

as a hot little
effigy in the peasantarium

        in the microbirch

i roll my only
zygote

home from the accretion
camp

where the warden says

we can squelch a little harder—

                  above our cilia

                  the meat-
planet begins its muscular
eclipse
                & its feelers
siliconnesce into an oleander-
haze
                       my infra-kink
                          irradiates

                          the cormorant-paste

              & this prisonbrane’s magnetic
    touch

follows me everywhere—
 
              when a synapse fails

this brane has no time for you
 
            & our million ossified
lips

suck the secretions into
the neo-pyramid

                          deep inside

when i flickerflicker

my larvae
phosphoresce along the border
                                            dawn breaks

           in my voice

                                   pouring its kerosene

over the mercury
isle

——————

_{Madison McCartha is a black poet whose work has appeared or is forthcoming in Black Warrior Review, DREGINALD, Full-Stop, jubilat, Yalobusha Review, The Pinch, and elsewhere. He has served both as Asst. Editor and Design Editor for Cream City Review, and became the Poetry Editor for Storm Cellar. Madison holds an MFA from the University of Notre Dame.}