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Adrian Kien



SO & SO SINGS IN THE WARMERICA TREE*
(or, what the Gernikako Arbola said)

Germs in my Caca Tree bless the between-land
where enough roots in the dung mulch make art
of zucchini and lizards creeping across the threshold world.
Adore the insane. Adore the Caca Tree.

In the shadow of dueling bullets
that rain through prison bars, the germ lizard
plants his tail in the earth. He is a tree
reaching his tongue into Orion’s sheath.
Erotic zones spread open and heal.

Germs in my caca tree bless the between-land.
Adore the insane. Adore the Caca Tree.

Yes, the zero hole, a stump hole
slip your fingers through the bazooka barrel.
Look hurt and degenerate. They will leave us.
The weak get busy at the Earth level -
sprouting young in the burnt forests.

In January, when there is nothing but dedication to nothing
the bulimic hours will add up in my daybook
and if to be zero is to hold no heart
then I will unplug the drain between my legs
and leave a trail of Oreos.

Germs in my caca tree bless the between-land.
Adore the insane. Adore the Caca Tree.

Tree bonanza. Penis duel.
The oil-soaked geese fall guzzling hair.
And this is the bad. The de-boned people.
Skulls without brains. Brains without skulls.
A bit gory to drive a tank? Try education.

Germs in my caca tree, bless the between-land
Adore the insane. Adore the Caca Tree.

*A homophonic translation from the Basque

 

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