3 poems
by Feng Sun Chen



aster

fee demands a reading
the fluid cannot go above the line that means you are a beast
jesus came back a soft monkey
did u have sex with him mary? did mary come out of your hole?
did mary dry up with the cotton to make the shape of sanity?
test my entity my hand is clammy with old butter
that is spread across the weak I see mary high up
she is glowing with many linen lips she falls down to us
our body large appendages touch her mary
wanting to swallow the beaten figures within us













it is dying below life
soul doesn't feel soul is trans fused





catastrophe

souls r us souls do not feel visions eddy
be mean to me for all life lights out of mine remains
ever similar slam never the same contort your face your face your body disunit
be cruel my hair ends smash with the gasp pull and beat
the material of gloat the gloat in the eye brays
no you anymore the hand absorbs the keratin whip lash butter
churning flies
slam it into the watery fire who went back and bent the herm aphrodite
I hope you contain what you cannot see
rain forest comes out of the bastard hitting the custard grave
ancestral dredge dredge up the silt of my skirt I hope
you will not contain yourself I hope you die
the impact flattening this disunity into the semb
lance of a hole butter fly





plague of idiots

do u think I am beautiful like whip lash long as milky
I like it when you look at me with disdain
I say things that make you want to hurt me
not playing dum this is the real thing severe as winter
the part icicle that cannot be smashed another
the part that parts leaves nothing to fill only futility fills
I don't believe in emptiness but when you look in my eyes what do u see
to want filth to want decay this is the longest tradition I rule
the see of straits the see of beneath empires I am the top
the belt unfurls the belt yearns it puts all my yearnings to the test
animals line up in pairs in triplets around the massive rock
sunflower looks up
the crane lifts
crush me filth of animals filth of mind filth of aimlessness
filth of unmind
I will take
whatever you give
globe
you put your machine in me





Feng lives inside an egg.

 
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