Naked Bar-Do
Sitting in the sand, wrapped in
wind unwinding
brain branches pine brainy
beach crazy
who would like a wife
in addition to singing moles
who wouldn't want to hide from the world
in coastal trees
& acid laced 7up
sitting in auroras entangled
before the morning light
sitting clothed in airiness
over the fresh bonfires glow
where are the Slavic girls
fun Sunday nudists
whom even anarchists chase away from the beach
hear the sirens already, war
article of clothing commando
-disappears- the corpse from the beach
there, in the naked Bar-Do.
A.J. Kaufmann is from Poznan, Poland. His work has previously appeared in ditch, Carcinogenic Poetry, Clockwise Cat, Red Ceilings and many other, mostly on-line, journals. He's the author of "Siva in Rags" (Kendra Steiner Editions, 2008), "Broke Nuptial Minds" (Virgogray Press, 2009) and other poetry chapbooks.
Hwy A. J. Glad to see you are surviving this descent of world mind into chaos and disease. Keep writing those insanely great poems.
ReplyDeleteA. J. it is good to read your poems again. ~ Chuck G. aka D. Sadisco
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