VI.

 

          How old were you when you met the gossamer critic. How old when you became her apodosis. Her bottom bitch. Or has any of this happened yet.

 

          Once you go accessible. You'll never go back. A life spent surfing the web. Drawn through the pole of the ecliptic. Black fad. Rinderpest.

 

          The rainmaker is marked. By loss of appetite. By nevus. Diminishing Apgar score. Poor work record. Painfully prolonged erection. The rainmaker

          hates this poetry nonsense. Composite photograph of absence. Hates anthemion. Aureole. Night-blooming cereus. He is profoundly pussy-whipped. Apple-shiner. Primitivist.

 

          O Ye janitors practicing the Sentence. Plagiarists from plagium. Kidnapping from plaga: net. Unwelcome revenants raiding my fridge. Corposant at cock-tip. Lockjawed in quietus. Dispensing abortifacient pez. Withersoever thou goest,

          goest the Ellipse.

 

Ben Lerner is originaly from Topeka, Kansas. His poetry can be found in recent or shortly forthcoming editions of The Paris Review, First Intensity, The Denver Quarterly, Post Road, and Ploughshares, among other magazines.

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