Poetry by Jiahui Wu
poems come gushing like blood through the birth canal
no one asks why no one to make it retreat
not even Newton the poems are wild
you shoot them but you cannot annihilate them all
you gather them up like a mother
and sew them onto your baby's skirt
you look handsome in it you say these damn poems
on the hoses
on the tarp on the pavement
on the sharks'
bloodied fins
miles and miles and miles of picket fenced poems
the world's population exploding into poems
pornographic images housed in the rising sea levels sucked
into poems
hair shed and dusted at the hairdressers' bed collected into
poems
milk from your mother's breasts condensed into a poem
cut wrists broken armrests abandoned friends poems
poems poems late for the arrival too early to be
selected waiting interminably in the frugal hours of
the lamp death of the poet
poems
mildew in the bread poems
laughing dog in the spread poems
hazelnuts in the sedition rising morning poems
latest edition last reprint primal erudition malicious
poems
harpoon in the crotch salute to the great leader
led into the flag poems
fled from the government poems
bled to death in a cell in a rich man's happiness poems rich
poems beech poems another batch of Australian
beach poems
horns on the bull mother on a rope poems
poems in the dire straits poems in straightjackets poems licking the hands of other poems stinking poems
poets in bronze cast into the mould of poems
English garden poems
liberty fraternity poems
celebrity poems indeterminacy poems
poems inside a poem poems without poetry
pretty petty uncanny dandy
belted poems
billboard poems
old on the road poems
cranes carrying building blocks poems Sagittarius
poems
brothers broken bets poems
dancers doodling debts poems
late to the wedding the fired wedding singer poems
war inside a tank poems peace inside a hole poems
so many poems somnambulant
what am I going to do
with all these amphibian
metamorphoses ?
these wild unruly crazy formless casual preambles ?
nude foetal
dilations without reason ?
birth birth and more birth
without end never kicking the bucket
no other magic
but life in so many
mad
yet perpetual
randomly chosen
words towards
the great beyond
that's
why .
