The Unmentionable
An illocution doesn’t just come into being
Eternal, endlessness, unending
does in fact charge
into a black hole of convention
Leave it alone
It is all means without ends
Open vaults, re-charted seas
Gauge and exhaust scent organs
with the uncollapsed reassured unpressured
Present me with tethers
A satisfied end eludes me
The hysteria of locution becomes me
Charred brain crowded and crowned
with fleshy angles feeding
of the mouthparts, crazed
Goes from bad to worse, hanging
cutting the knots apart
No longer untying
Clocks postponed for a higher ideal:
unimpeded dialect
Weeks bleed, speaking in songs and
segments of feelings
make strange hours
Close at Hand
I was a demented imaginer
I made the world rollicking this roiling
that satellite tracking across the sky
this cuticle bleeding
these baby quails following their mother across a road
I deceived with reflective surfaces
I was passionate with my empty hands
I was casual with beauty
How do you talk about beauty
Both enthralled and distraught
by its aberrations and apparitions
Intertwined and infinitely worthless this
How is it that the irrelevant exists?
Because everything is in all this?
All this a river of feces we have to cross,
all this the ethereal spitting and swirling
Some sea turtles are on the beach laying eggs,
Eggs, the root of all shape shifting in this
I threw the dog a bone for all its worth
In all of this, to be the exhibitionist
To be the ancillary all this
This, those rutabagas, this wonder, this pigment, this all, all this
Lily Rose Kosmicki is a person, beekeeper, and librarian at the public library and by night she is a collector of dreams. Her zine Dream Zine won a Broken Pencil Zine Award for Best Art Zine 2018. Her chapbook entitled "Eyelash Atlas" is forthcoming from Francis House. Her work appears in The Raw Art Review, Bombay Gin, Interim, Seisma Magazine, and elsewhere. Instagram: @lilykosmicki