PRELUDE TO THE EXPANSION OF MY SUN

ERECTED AND SCHMUCKED AT WILL

And it is only, when I Lose contact with your Body that the Result becomes a Mess: whereupon, the being-Forced to Face a total Blackness, if you will, I am, at last, my Self alone, to Aim: that little Bang of Alertness, pretending at Intimacy.”

-Boris Izsus  2012

JUST THE SIGHT BEFORE ME EYES

AND I FOUND IT, RATHER STRIKING

“Relatively, Alone: Tonight.

While in my Chambers, I Heard while Undressing, a furious Knocking, which seemed, as it were, to Originate from the Kitchen.  Charlie Chaplin, it is Purported, lived in this very Apartment, while Filming in Chicago, at a Studio on Ravenswood, and Thusly, logically, if you will, the Question erupted from Within me:

‘A Pigeon? A Pigeon Clown?

A Pigeon as

a singing Magician?...’

I Must tell You: it was Assuredly and so.”

-Boris Izsus 1978

SEHNSUCHT (You Don't Move your Meat, You Lose your Seat)

THE PORTLY CONCIERGE

“There are certain Corridors of our Love, that should Remain, in a way, Unkempt;

In Other Words:-----àeven if, Clicking over what Should and Start: this Heart, that is, Stepping-Off, on a Waltz, on an Ear, or whatever Else, is There.”

-Boris Izsus 2012

EVERYDAY, IN EVERY BODY, SUCH FORCE AND SCALE

“It was that Sense of Living throughout my Youth, where TAPS flooded that Missouri Air, instead of Hymns”

-Boris Izsus 2008

THE CHANCE OF MY SURVIVAL IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF NIL

Rated R - For Disturbing Images and Some Terror

Tape-loop center drop, fright-fought rough stop - terror hampton attic swing - sex is boring - German cum pigz with big white shoes - ugly woman on the bus with thinning hair and attitude - holy numbness directed to the sky - hams, skulls and lips - digging down through the bottomless baby-eater dresses - stroking hair of fist unions, clustered claws of jizz kids - the closed eyes of a woman’s mouth - a significant rote of note that yellows the face of those who sleep - shitting on one side - cramming turned by one perfume to dance on the jamming floor touching before the lipshade pantings - toss off type of type who gags on the forefront - encrusted balls caught between his teeth - the muscular claims of circumcised sleep - walking footless through the forensic - tape tripping again, traipsing along the long spots - every person isn’t a definition until they die - structural meta-loop - I’m sorry (wait and see) - I’ll give you childhood’s perfumed rank - laid out with tubes tucked into the sockets (all of them) - tucked deep in the folds of the rancor, a bear chunk blustered with fur - sugared cupcakes - dribbling orifices smacked with mackerel - philosophy for flack - boom clap strip - noun left to right the wrong of the mark of wrong across your face, ripped open solid by hampering winds of polite indiscretions and energy where the lights are always on and the doors are always closed and the knocking creeps up to the instances of surprise that moan to the left like empty road blossoming terror which drags the haggard bodies back into the bed and sleeping and dreaming of waves crashing on top of them, hitting snooze to make sure that wet blanket keeps them warm, or as warm as the ocean may be this time of year -   

being stuck in my arms in the early morning, naked

A MOAN BUCKLING ITSELF DOWN

YES, BUT THE CAUSE WAS SOMETHING ELSE

“Where even the barest Notion of your Body, makes everyone else, seem False, seem Morose and surely Ugly”

-Boris Izsus 2000