from primitive pianos (1st draft)

Celestial Teabags
(Karaman, Turkey)

there is a sweatstorm
in my trousers
celestial teabags
officianados
wise ones
the sun whose
subject
is neurosis
flames of
disenchantment
the blinds are
rattling
sexology
sigh

it is hard to keep
track of my buttons

reality is a sandwich stuck
between my knuckles

i’m in fact
a thing a thing

in this mountain town
covered women & more goat cheese

cross women slapping the cheeks
of cheeky children

down on this cracked desert earth
Rainer Maria Rilke
I’m putting in my ear-
rings a phantom paw
paws me

cat angels
everywhere around here

i’m beat beat

ANGELS STORM HISTORY
ARMENIAN GENOCIDE AMERICAN GENOCIDE
and so on . . .

I’ve been stabbed by the Baltic
fleet and live with the Ottoman
trading company

Published by Marcus Slease

Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Slease has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. His latest book is Never Mind the Beasts (Dostoyevsky Wannabe 2020).

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