From “Salome Libretto” Through the fercockte gawk-stalkin’ hack stackers of antiquity trickery lexically-licked sticky flickering Salomé, you are bringing in the big guns Opening the sluice gates with your hyper dramatic excess Flexed with swishy riffs, pithy spiff grifters Like a shattered chatter box schadenshow like a discordant accordion like manna from mayhem you are…
He defied his dad and got beat up He worked for the gang and got shot They wished for war and the war came She sassed her mom and got the ice treatment We murdered the whales and our mother is furious They wished for war and the war came You falsified the data and…
Translated by Rachel Tzvia Back All this suffering all the sorrow all this suffering and sorrow in vain all the fear-clenched mothers their eyes disheveled all this sane madness in vain in vain the fathers, all these fathers hiding their hearts pretending in vain all this blood-crazy land in vain, in vain the young faces…
Translated by Rachel Tzvia Back The light of the olive in this tree is thick and dark — lost blood flows in it. When I sat under its leaves time killed itself in the tree’s shade. Through all the afternoon hours a figure on the hill watched me, her face covered in a veil —…
The descendant kings rule over rock-strewn littoral, banked clouds, hyssop hills of Jordan, a shimmer that concedes hope, which is bound unto the other, to the sheer indecipherability of landscape. Believe — some god behind the edged shrubs, the pebbles, and near flat glassiness of sea. Human need contracts, matters little. Curls of viscous foam…
We have to kill them the President said because they are killing us before we can kill them. In that case said the other president, why don’t we kill them yesterday, in which case their children won’t have a chance to grow up. We tried that before said the President, but their children were carrying…
Israel greet me once a month let every being with a soul praise god & his spouse Your wives are your securities a fuselage to die for Open air relentless inventive elation the measure of measure 400 OVERNIGHT You can have free ovaries but it’ll cost ya Can you plan on pleasure or pain? Earn…
in the south where we are busy slaughtering each other. There’s no time for flowers amid burnt bodies and ruins. Scalding summer will pass, autumn will arrive unnoticed. If only an early winter rain would come, send us all indoors, there to stand at shattered thresholds and watch the yellow sky weep and weep for…
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