3 POEMS

By PJ Lombardo

Fell from Above to Collect in Pestilent Pools Between the Ankles of the Abandoned after The Hole (1998)

Ever-constricting’s the hole through which
Conversation slips, glistening with
syphilitic rainwater

Past the ceiling
of some nameless disaster
Doowop cockroaches twirl

I fasten a spaceheater, choked with dust,
To the top of my skull
like a trepanned headstone
so that

So that when i peer
at the varmints
aswim in the street

the loose whirr of asphyxiated love
peers with me

Viewing

Square from the sun’s
corneafrying stomach
I wash you in blindness
like a bunk photograph

Animals pinch off from their herds
to twiddle blue
under television light

If a meteor shower removes me
out your fine attic
I will wrestle up the wind’s ladder, uselessly

& neighbor if you catch me
stealing sugar while you sleep

I’ll say it
’s all big video games

& drop my heel
through your real throat
clipping at the decibel
of some furious jet

grieving forward, uselessly

Crisis Lyric: Sleep

Truckload of
mulch up
to my neck

Crazyglued clams
dam their pearls

When i’m awake it’s fighting Fist fighting
Blossoms of flatulent aperture
fights of bee
storms fight the fjords
fickle
until

Until the reverb gurney arrests

that leaden branch

Blotted in
side a metanoiac trench

I stockpile seroquel to drown the lawn’s battle

 PJ Lombardo is a writer from New Jersey. His recent chapbook, HATE, DANCE was made available earlier this year by Bottlecap Press. In addition to his writing, he serves as co-founding editor of GROTTO, a journal of grotesque-surrealist poetry. Read his work in Mercury Firs, SPECTRA Poets, KEITH LLC, and elsewhere.