WHY DO YOU BOAST ALL DAY LONG
A mighty wretch will pinch my last nerve
Deceit-eyes lift-drop panicked flurry
A pulse is snatched
Sunfish scatter from the shadow of a blimp
Let me gurgle rabid, let me be pregnant
With your memory as my memory
In the tight chalk-lines of a monsoon’s tongue
PJ Lombardo is a poet from New Jersey. He co-edits GROTTO, a journal of grotesque-surrealist poetics. His work can be found in mercury firs, DREGINALD, Lana Turner Journal, the Brooklyn Rail and elsewhere.