Wayne Koestenbaum
#11 [slaughter ball]
I promised him
an ode, “Jared
stubble in parfumerie”
_________
enjoy the bumps
obstructing cognition—
_________
two or three
roses beautiful because
they are separate from
each other—separated
roses are more beautiful
than joined roses
_________
she’d never
heard of sugar snap
peas—I explained
sugar snap peas in detail
_________
imbibe straight male
narcissism, see how
it tastes and sounds
_________
Elaine
Stritch died yesterday,
89—see mother once more
before she turns 84
_________
hooked on Cheops
_________
my hand lit up and
crammed into you
_________
or Schoenberg’s
waxed bikini line
redux, trilling like Romeo
_________
nonstop
Otello storm clouds,
his fat unshaved
chops sucking storied
lollipop
_________
nose of
96-year-old blind
mother of anyone,
a face moving
into early dementia
_________
dementia at
96 isn’t early
_________
I like the word “stipple”
I say at lunch
_________
common for sons
to be sued for defamation
of character—I have
thrice been tried
_________
aunt whose last shame
before death is witnessing
the mayo bologna fight
_________
no pee coming from Fed Ex
man at urinal, I linger
by sink and allow silence
to blossom so his pee-
shyness can grow audible—
_________
maybe upper-middle-
class dad will smother
the baby—
_________
your near-
death experience
involved a wall
of grape hyacinths
_________
identification with crying
baby but also a wild
wish to stop the crying
by stopping the baby’s
existence
_________
vielleicht the baby
is a future war
criminal
_________
her name is Aurore
Clément—she
plays the mother in
Chabrol’s Bridesmaid—
_________
I added Venetian
red which is really
brown to create an
illusion of ground
beneath a car
_________
added ultramarine blue
above the car and
accidentally effaced
purple coneflower stems
_________
then dragged
a pencil through
pink to retrieve
lost lines of two
figures coitally embroiled
_________
and now I
see a rhubarb-colored
dodge ball (slaughter ball?)
balanced between two
mustard lines—
_________
skillfulness abides in
seemingly random and
unthought decisions—
_________
deliberation,
if it occurs, must
itself be spontaneous—
_________
I won’t
ask him to pose—
asking involves
a level of abjection
even I am incapable
of descending to—
_________
though
deciding I won’t ask
fills me with teen
despair—father’s
fullness reigning
over me with titanic
indomitability—
_________
my recourse
to code situates
me as Satan, not
major-domo Satan but
Satan’s little helper
with an apron and
thimble and food
processor for slicing
carrots on the bias—
_________
Josep
Pla’s anti-Semitic description
of Jewish necks—
_________
caught having sex with a
guy at 17, pants opened,
dicks out, taunted for
a year
_________
an edible
crawling tortoise
we ran over and couldn’t
eat the murdered meat
_________
wanton destructiveness
toward my private
property—
_________
a problem
for five decades, these
objective unlyrical statements
_________
maybe gradually caress
his arm to receive
touch backward
_________
scarf by Vera a status
symbol in Coral Gables
or towns that yearn
to be Coral Gables
_________
cross out a big area
with bilge and then
write on top of the bilge
_________
headed
toward hell, saying
please to hell as I approach
its ambiguous gate—
or is hell a river?
_________
in the Hill
Korwa tribe’s drawings,
an alphabet wordlessly
emerges
_________
a non-gay-seeming
man was holding hands
with a gay-seeming man near
the ragtag pharmacy
#16 [a pear blue green slivered near brown]
the death books I haven’t read
_________
my trumpet teacher is dead and I
don’t want a lesson from his son,
a cougher
_________
“we are so alike”
my grandfather said
in his erotic inscription
_________
a recorded
clinical voice like silent
Nazimova’s Salomé
_________
saying “data”
with a Frank O’Hara accent
_________
the painting
has a frog in its throat
_________
in the elevator mirror my
jaw looked swollen
_________
at 13 she
sang in Cavalleria Rusticana—
debut dreamt or real?
_________
I almost fainted
from imprudent diet pills
_________
draw the grapes on his
arm—I want hair
to compose a proposal
_________
begin to see any pelvis
as a covered wagon
_________
and start to wonder how
genitals discern destination—
why each groin seems
to contain two genders
_________
to write in
the midst of a sexy demon-
stration on the subway
_________
wondering why the
man’s knees are crossed,
legs and hands forming
a triangle like elongated Bruckner
phrase if Lenny Bernstein
were wearing a nightie
_________
we caress
on the street and I say
to the horse I am an
exhibitionist, not the black
glasses of Roman Polanski
_________
mouth of
a man who resembles
John Coplans
_________
perceiving
myself as a body by dis-
covering how to unearth
outlines beneath gesso,
digging a B pencil into
wet surfaces—
_________
he recommends a blending
brush, Richter’s secret
_________
the year argyle
(sweater, socks)
tried to change
my life and failed
_________
he is praying,
not stroking himself—
the two activities in civic
space interchangeable
_________
clad legs signal the return
to a depressed world-view
_________
oil paint feels better when
it lands on top of oil paint
like brother-brother incest,
randy pallbearers
_________
Gandhi, Pavlova, Pavel
Tchelitchew, Paul Cadmus,
Bellini, which Bellini,
both Bellinis, the abstract
coven
_________
Jewish coven of
meddlesome Castevets
in Rosemary’s Baby, seen
from Mia’s paranoid
or perspicacious vantage
_________
to close my eyes and then
discover purple shoes
Hieronymus Bosch painted
_________
sickle moon a pear blue
green slivered near brown—
_________
adjectival
slot is where lust
can roost
_________
the world at 7:30 is
trepanned dusk
mitigated by pink
_________
lozenge pointillism, penis-ism
vs. pointillism—your points
are sticks or rods, like
saffron threads in plastic box
or like a sapphire
needle and the foam bed
the stylus rests its unworthy
napping head upon
Wayne Koestenbaum has published eighteen books of poetry, criticism, and fiction, including Notes on Glaze, The Pink Trance Notebooks, My 1980s & Other Essays, Humiliation, Hotel Theory, Best-Selling Jewish Porn Films, Andy Warhol, Jackie Under
My Skin, and The Queen’s Throat (a National Book Critics Circle Award finalist). His next book of poems, Camp Marmalade, will be published in March 2018. He has had solo exhibitions of his paintings at White Columns (New York), 356 Mission (L.A.), and the University of Kentucky Art Museum. His first piano/vocal record, Lounge Act, was issued
by Ugly Duckling Presse Records in 2017. He is a Distinguished Professor of English, Comparative Literature, and French at the CUNY Graduate Center in New York City.
Published January 2018.