Fountain
red 40 lapping bowl, the single serving that’s supposed to last you all day
switchboard crossed satisfaction
it’s only good if you drink it all!
have another
drink it all!
yellow 6 jaundice
the yellow of a swollen organ
the yellow of pus & maggot
it’s gross ain’t it? but it looks so pretty in a plastic bottle
with a glossy label
blue 1 blues
no that’s too easy
blue 1 blue balls
blue 1 mt dew voltage geographic tongue teeth grinding good
blue 1 “blue period”
Femme assise!
I’m Pablo Picasso & I’m painting sad women!
Fuck Picasso! I would though. Cubist twink.
caramel color, caramel IV, ammonia sulfite process caramel
burnt sugar quivering
we made brown rivers beautiful
retrained our brains to not fear standing water
sold bubbles to keep it flowing, to trick safe
shining effervescence! eating away at the lining of your stomach, at the whites of your teeth
macerated chemical nectar sweeter than any honey, an obsolescence of bees
sing with jealousy
Jumper
Body dropping, turquoise
from steel girders,
feet, niveous & hard-cold,
miles of mourning
river, dead
Honda abandoned America
Scio seer,
chromomancy, gold wave fins,
white caps, cornea,
body striped with
heavy clothing/ river foam
Liquefaction
Sink plug esophagus whirring sepia
water silver, septic life giver
plunging the beer from my stomach,
breaths move from labored to backfired
tail pipe to pressurized implosions,
lungs, pretending to be mantis shrimp
striking bodies that swim by unconscious.
Make me float, upwell enough to
travel the time it takes for grief to
be manageable, beach me in 30 years
in the acorn of my progenial memory,
a seed to suck all of this drowning
out of my tummy. Out of my swollen
heart. Out of my ochre eyes.
Phallales/ Dick Cheese
Middle bits
clove nut
garlic phallus fruit
what an ugly little trunk
what a mutilated jerk
wronged bell, tortured cumquat
sex nose broken and septum impotent
exacerbated conquistador
lost in tangled topiaries
fronless palm blessing,
handjob hero
second runner up for best orgasm
engine 30,000 years in a row
dirty gourd, musk mold
plum warm, peach eater
boneless monument
germy rake
with enough lube man would
fuck the dirt at least once,
seeds are best sewn pecker deep
Bismuth
Wipe up heavy salt circles
with makeup remover
do me up with nacre
powders
pick a brush and dust off the
puddles I was drowned in
push wax, silicon, rocks
through needles into my skin
fat body with horns covered
in ash, smokey quartz, smokey eye
murders never solved
paint sold with my face
surface, rainbowed oil slick
paint the crosswalk
pour gasoline
I was never pretty enough to love
but I’m flammable enough
to keep your hands warm
Alex Vigue is a queer writer from a small town in Washington State. He has a bachelor’s degree in creative writing from Western Washington University and has been recently published in Peach Mag, Chronotope, and Homology Lit. His debut chapbook “The Myth of Man” was published by Floating Bridge Press. He is the co-host of Literary Merit, a queer podcast about celebrating guilty pleasures in media.