Amanda is a Canadian writer, publisher and visual poet. She's the managing editor of Bywords.ca and the fallen angel of AngelHousePress. Amanda's books/chapbooks include Kiki (Chaudiere Books, 2014), Electric Garden (Tree Press Award, 2017), and I Owe Saint Hildegard The Light (unarmed press, 2016). More info is available at AmandaEarl.com. Connect with Amanda on Twitter @KikiFolle
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etc., a remix
If
I drag your party.
It’s
true.
I
don’t care.
Incredibly
thin
and
inked to push it.
I
recognize you.
High
camp black hole.
A
mashup.
Every
battle immaculate.
Mysterious
in the super
black
copper dress,
I
am following protocol,
the
material of hell raising poets.
You
pass the Universe.
Days
of paste.
As
lost as puritans and goths
discovering
family fun
simultaneous
on
sheets of aluminum
thought
processes
crumpled
into light.
//
If
the world this hour hides its love
in
throwback pop duets
in
critical condition and principles
that
maintain the new video game
streaming
reality empty of audience
participation
to attack gravitas
with
detail
in
memory of something.
Or
if passion
unleashes
a wet and miserable
dog
on the overpass
perfect
for sinking sandcastles
through
the clouds with
a
few minutes to spare for
the
huge duck banned from
the
radio to break the next
big
thing.
//
unicorns
anxious and trembling with a bunch of orange flowers
get
messages through desperation
arrange
orchestral breaks
are
an 80s hair metal band
eat
a wine sandwich
are
alluvial
give
it richness and density
are
big in sustainability
don’t
know the exact figures
//
if
I hadn’t met you
a
hard shock to my veins
you
brought me back
it
was needed
the
bourbon
the
wonder
the
grand slam
mid
celebration
//
big
problems
off
the top
your
shoulder
in
the heart of
do
not
serious
between
moody
barriers
connect
with me
