BY PAUL ASTER STONE
there a flesh drips
eyes falling into a landscape
of disintegrating ash dark green.
a hand extends itself from the looming
of a silent face creased down the middle.
was there something ever like a sweet
is the meeting between two ribcages
a closed affair?
deeply, shimmering a wild fluorescence
then is the horizon like a
dis‒ appearing mouth, over and over again?
a moth once entered my bloodstream, it
lingered for a moment before as if hair
had become a screen evaporating in the thinning air
of atmosphere burning.
your fingers alwayS
leave a gap of reciprocity
already missing again, a missed
the millionfingered rose
blooms like a star struck
by daggers. i peel
and pull each pinprick out
and feel colors explode my skin‒
each thorn leaves my body
slowly a jar of honey tipped over
seeping quietly like liquified amber
there is blood from forty years ago
also seven, and three and two
years ago it.
blends with the blue river
of tears that a finger thought to caress
the minefield explodes back
into itself and the earth sinks
sere and handless
each speck of dust trembles once
in the ripple of ten thousand folds
learning to speak and stumbling
unfolds itself into spine-throat glottis
( ( the river zone of her tears ) )
if you trace
your body over this
the echoes haunt as ripples
of smoke bleeding into
concentric space splayed
as a worm.
like cast a spell charmed aspiral this
is me in a small snail swollen on the cusp
of transfiguration in a day
barred like rust
she was wondering what power of suction there had to be, perhaps, to suction the lines out of the peripheral surroundings and only leave behind a hazy cotton-wad?
(as the dusk roses glow
in aftershadow of a worm-hugged tomb
the sprightly scent of a spirit's ) never-self that stair
touches frog's spine
in that dream ) hold hold hold hold hold
Paul Aster Stone is a poet, dancer, and drag queen (HAUS OF VALDES).
he travels with stolen goods and writes letters to screens. w/he dreams of re/visioning sight/e.
his first zine is trans/missions. it is a haunted house. it is a safe space for healing// with and beside the phantoms that might, come thru. (to be released fall 2018 & variant editions to come). he's sometimes @pink.privacy (ig). look there for/ a piece of him.