Yuri Hospodar
Yurizilla In San Francisco Bay
Coast-blurred fucking peasant
no after-name degree’d abbreviations
swings limb from limb again with
promise of not again
and again snickers in its patient hutoh but open curious shrew’s box of
deadly charm anticipation and the old things
scuttle out in shiny new clothesand multiple imaginings unshape into millions
and potentials fled last fleeing
fly toward me with a coocook for me City, splatter cock and word before me
rose petals to fall upon in feast
of welcome rocks and coastgive me chance to confess things worthy
of confession and make the math-mutants
turning poetry to theory-proofs cringeas I say home, as I say joy, as I say me,
as grid and chart stapled to school-duty hide
combust and all its students’ sneersfail to snuff ignition my
arrival and omnivorous assault
volumes up the feedback
drowning out the tedious twee
of adherenceI will fringe in corner
giving grace like any
idiot yuridovoio rocky coast watch
as fins break water
and the radioactive reptile
twenty stories tall
slaps dock and rises
to lick the dormant skylineI am coming I scream
not that way
you filthy swineor at least not yet