TWO POEMS / Remy Fransen
SUN DROP Make way for diamond Venus Make way for modest Jupiter A Cosmic backdrop (Vacuum blacktop) for the glory down here Silhouette symphony of erratic bats form God’s dive-bomb ballet for the gnats Which is not so entirely unrelated to the fire in the atmosphere Some kind of pink lament an orange goodbye and it’s emotionless There’s no heartbreak over light down here… Cause you see its just about the end of June now an even though it’s the rainy season we may be looking at southern Saturn tonight PRINTING PRESS I’m an inverted chord forming God from bits of garbage that washed up on my shore and I’m constantly reminded of sleeping with a toothpaste crucifix above my bed Tattooed black disk Tattooed white disk I imagine the anatomy of one’s soul it’s a fractal of hot ash and clay with loose tethers and tattered bandages blowing in a breeze Cut on the jagged edges of the language barrier Words are medicinal Words are cancerous Words are written in notebooks, legal pads, napkins, computers, my hands, arms, legs, feet, eyelids, crotch, stomach, chest, head and lips I’m in love with every human being’s tongues, eyes, hands, ears, and hips ⁂ Remy Fransen is a poet, musician and aspiring winemaker living in Portland, OR. Originally from Denver, CO, his work reflects his upbringing in a metropolis in close proximity with nature. His work is concerned with dualities. The physical and ethereal, real and surreal, modern and antiquated, micro and macro.
my partner wrote these and he is beautiful
