Poem by Peter Bracking

"The House enters the burning king" © Alex Duensing

 

celebration of the evolution of the glorious useless

1

walk in the woods
knock something big on the head
drag it home and eat it
walk in the woods
knock something big on the head
drag it home and eat it
where is the delight (excepting succulent
red meat farts)
the if not caprice that drives
ideas directly into art

2

hidden, huddled over a small fire
in a smoke filled cavern
with colour daubed visions and faces
hoping for a large possibly unseen hand
to wave away the mist
to bring clarity
to reveal the faces
of the hot dancing gods

coda

will these laughing gods be forgiven
the desire the breath
squeezed out in exquisite orgasms
propelled by magnificent madness

3

behold and o lo
a few drawn breaths, knowledgeable nods and leaps
from knuckle dragging to
foreshortened perspectives
in a few sharp 2B strokes

 

“The House enters the burning king” © Alex Duensing

 

Peter Bracking tells tall tales. Earth point: a tropical metropolis Words have literally been published from ocean to ocean to ocean by some really great literary mags in a growing number of countries on half the inhabited continents. The only occupation is being a beach bum. Peter is the artistic director of Utter Stories.

Alex Duensing. Graduate of William Paterson and Columbia? Yes. Ran for St. Petersburg, FL City Council? Yes. Won? No. Stopped Mayan Apocalypse on rooftop with performance art? Yup. Strange but nice fellow? Clearly. Protégé of Arakawa+Gins, masters of the architectural body? Ongoing even after the supposed end. Able to create mechanical engines that run completely on the energy a person creates while appreciating a painting? On delightful rare occasions.