elegy for kari edwards

By Julian Talamantez Brolaski

for memorial at Zinc Bar, 23 June 2007, NYC                        

I am your sugarplum fairy commodore in chief.                                 
       —kari edwards                             

conturbabimus illa                           
(vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus [let us live,                           
my Lesbia, and let us love])                                 
     —Catullus V.II

damesirs of fishairs
princes reginae
I dont need this botheration
guilded toe in a gendered pension
embedded narcissism
skirts can or could be worn w/
 
intentional disgrace
getting oh-aff
I sleep where I sit
gog and magog
ope myopia
 
sweetness and delight do
it for sidney, as starlover did rue
on star, thir mistress cloying
the lack, with thir poesis toying
 
twill never hurt
regina prince
alack, areft
locks beset
candle agrove
a buck in a corridor
 
as like with likeness grace the tongue
and sweets with sweets cloy them among
 
conturbabimus illa
let us confound them
 
beasts implored and character impaled
agathas breast in a 14th century pincer anon
7 heads w/ 7 comings on
horns on their horns
wings at their feet and at their wings
 
well you have three seconds to live
bespeckled apprentice
freckled daylilly
a penny uneasily
pleaded myrtle
 
iron bootblackening
at the speed
we levatate con
there is no missus
I am among
 
limbed elms
colluding with doves
 
nor tide nor tail
angels w/ svelte angles
 
the rub and tug goils
languid as jersey
too early for supper
 
etc was their pimp
and whatever their sucker
shitslinger
master cleanser
 
w/ corporate coffee
and torture pâté
 
my present page
in l-l-livery
 
old glut
of a beast’s spleen
the glory over
lordling socked ajaw
 
nassau ablog
by fairly a sweepmate a swoopster
bedeviled in gullet
swashbuckld by proxy
 
homosexuality eh?
red river andaloos
funny albeit friday
all the dork-rock
 
gender suggests
we levitate avec
held captive
patrón, bothermonger
 
ah myrtle
why sie is taken
my mind
impertinent parasol
 
glossy wit promise of salt
caint leave thir cellphone alone
ipode eternal
satellite viscera
 
muscadetted papillon (that one)
 
strident
17 stallions
with horns on their heads
and horns coming out of the horns
 
a papillon
that one
 
a buck in a corridor
conturbabimus illa
let us confound them
 
all ridded of giggling
anthropomorphia aghast
DL in the bowries
the tee hee ambigenuity
of amputee-wannabees
 
googling tee hee
silly faggot
dicks are for chicks
dicks are for chicks
 
wicked hee
to bury my heart at
my heart was in my knee

Copyright Credit: Julian T. Brolaski, "elegy for kari edwards" from gowanus atropolis. Copyright © 2011 by Julian T. Brolaski.  Reprinted by permission of Ugly Duckling Presse.
Source: gowanus atropolis (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2011)