Excerpt from 'Of Mongrelitude'

Of Mongrelitude

By Julian Talamantez Brolaski

Wave Books

ISBN: 978-1-940696-44-7

[WAR MESSAGE] we dont want yr tools

against breeding

rather like a doubting dog

in the cut

on loneliness

I did it for something to do

fire place

most honeyed

lovers reversed: dump hunk

notes from the mummy chamber

the rabbit & the crow

who is not yr cousin?

what's eating hildegard?

ack, buttery

what do they know of suffering, who eat of pineapples yearround

like w/ like wars not

irreversibly like apples

when will springtime come on in

of mongrelitude

dog on dog aggression

hell and gore

sometimes I feel like I'm the tool of the devil

oceanic feeling

some say an army of horsepeople

what wuz therr izzaye?

red sky at morn

tho the rivulets be finite, the tokens are talking

automat metropolis

melancholy lake

involuntarily I licked my lips

if only there were a glory for that hole

fried-eyed / banned poetry words

how obvious

blathersum

despite of space

for our meeting on the loam:

helen, source of death

sympathy butters no parsnips

chaparral character

whethersoever it were (marry to be humanlike)

eat dirt, oasis, myn oracle

gon aerial wofhuntin

widdershins

ambivalence becometh

you dont need to get fuckd up to see visions

on antony and cleo

not the sloppy religiosity

the tabloids are filled w/mancrush and bromance

the myth of the subway

the uselessness of magicking death

poem for r having left new york

poem for shorty courtier

rules for bones

or pause to gaze on the moody chest of spartacus

a bee's feather

airroir

make us all homosexuals, o muse, o privy muse

fowles in tha frith

imaginary and actual koalas, troly loly

Dis pure diss82

we birds

the death of script

as the owl augurs

acknowledgments

WAR MESSAGE!

we dont want yr tools

against breeding

veronica heterophilia snapdraggon nature preserve

pulp them shropshire constabulary

quing of haven sailing for caracas sissy jesus-hag

point to the exact place where the fly shd go in the ballo underpants

just where the shapes come to a point triangularly

15 thousand fish dead at the mouth of tha mississipp

planes go sipsip saying to the poor people

walk fa-ast! walk like yr on hot co-als!

matisse had to get up real close to see that was a burd

turned that viol de gamba right fwds & added a noose

even more clîché than peaches inna bowl

curvy long pear stem and butterdish suspended

in air perhaps the stem is penetrating a clear butter dish

conrad suggested & I knew I was being drawn

into a funhouse of mirrors but I cdnt stop

odilon redon roger & angelica

why I am against breeding

rather like a doubting dog

(Continues...)

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Excerpt from 'Of Mongrelitude'

Of Mongrelitude

Wave Books

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