louie crewlouie crew has edited special issues of college english and margins. he has written three poetry volumes: sunspots (lotus press, detroit, 1976); midnight lessons (samisdat, 1987); lutibelle's pew (dragon disks, 1990); and queers! for christ's sake! (dragon disks, 2003). on the web.
On Self-PublicationLinguibators can't unite.
Lord, Last Spring!That's when I stopped liking my body, Wished I hadn't put all that time Making it so male, so butch; That's when, baby, I first started peeping out, Before my debut
_Read him honey!_ That's when I first wanted to be fucked! _Yes, Lord; chill us brother!_
Now I am a woman trapped In a cage of male muscle,
_Wreck us, sister!_
A gorgeous quean strapped in boy bulges.
My JunkyYou have waxed in my mind a red fire engine with a clever chrome smile. Trumpets sprout silver lilies in the Purcell spring I can hear again. Many spend their few moments of communion in smoke and drying beer, but for us tin birds sing, flowers burst, and egg yokes sunflower clowns' eyes.
Your magic makes our times real. You are Shelley with the exultingbark of a Bull Conner dog set free.
This mad joy is important because it is ours, a gift, a surprise.
You have shown me how with my fat fingers to draw the moon to me, or to splash it away, how to spray the sun's light through ooze of trees. And we are freer because we love one another.
God Made NavelsGod made navels, or mamas did, connecting us then disconnecting us collecting lint or roping into old age
God made mamas and their navels too.
God made absolutely everything. |
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