The painter requests that you imagine / this other reality busting through

“Here is a question we all must ask: /
if we found ourselves below /
a London underpass on some sunlit /
morning or bright late afternoon /
in the decade after the war”

I’m trying to glide / through the halls of the museum / like a low-budge pixelated ghost.

Were it a religion or at least a lifestyle

I would like to be baptized into Luminism.

Large Disaster Small Disaster

Like a slug erect
and slimeless.

However, it is Fragile and Unique

She’s Not Hiding She’s Biting

The Felt Bodega is Closed for Restocking

The Peaceable Kingdom is Yours / Nonetheless

Watertight Shelf With Zippers

My/Your Body Is and Is Not Like a Machine

Poems in response to Kerry James Marshall’s Portrait of the Artist & a Vacuum

Coming face to face with the world historical forces of trade, technology, colonialism, and bureaucracy.

An investigation into the functionality and symbolism of a mysterious gold penis