Wednesday, March 14, 2012
3 poems by Michael Bernstein
centrifuge
here,where
lust's dumb
braille
swells&
shreds the
tethers,
haunts
the air
here, in
unkempt,
viral
dark,a
fission
growing,
slays yr
name
here,the
gears
slow to
a crawl,
a meta-
static,
ultra Bliss
here,in
every lan-
guage
swarms
a soft
refusal
of the
knife
here,past
menac'd
streets we
lay w/
our pla-
toon of
tired
Gods
hex
yr feet
boil
the pave-
ment,yr
voice bu-
ckles
glass
wrung of faces
the night
holds us
to this
ero-
sion of
sense,
a ditto
wrung of
faces,a
joyous
molten
slur.the
map
blanch'd
yr myth
is vague
&hides
in coves
of low-
slung
lights.
smoke
spittle,
the neu-
ral drone
of bugs
pushing
towards er-
asure,a
kiss
to bi-
sect
skies
Michael Bernstein is a writer, bass player, and intermedia composer. His work has appeared in publications such as New American Writing, milk, and BlazeVOX, as well as in numerous chapbooks. With Michael Crake, he edits the online literary arts magazine Pinstripe Fedora, and often serves as a musical accompanist for other poets. Michael lives in Cleveland Heights, OH.
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