Three Poems by John Lowther

 

For all I know my life could hinge at this moment, with these very words.
Coca Cola needs alcohol, Pepsi tastes good by itself.
It’s not where you take things from, it’s where you take them to.
We have our third world ‘within’ the developed States.
Undress means pretty much what you want it to mean.
I’m sinking in the quicksand of my thought.
Character is what you are in the dark.
But we’re all together and you’re mine for a night.
My get up and go must’ve got up and went.
Note: I am by no means a kissing expert.
Open bottle before drinking.

 

I am open to everything so I receive a lot of beauty and a lot of horror.
If nothing is done then however many of us are in this group will be very
           displeased.
It is a continual feast, to be enjoyed for centuries, as we have already
           seen.
Otherwise, the pervert can appear to be perfectly normal, charming, and
           conventional.
I want to say homosexuals eat each other’s poop.
I suppose that’s because I see myself with my face washed, and to me I
           look like a rabbit.

 

Photography © TJ Edson
Photography © TJ Edson

 

Waiting to die is all I have ever done.
Some days, I’m too depressed to do anything but cry.
Like I don’t know how to light my ass on fire.
Fire breathing cats, fairies, and three headed magic genies are real but
           they just don’t make themselves known.
To be honest I really don’t care.

I do not like the people here.
Don’t be sad when the sun goes down.
Trust me, you know what I’m doing.
You asked to talk to me because maybe you don’t think I have anything to
           say, but I do.
I don’t know where to buy.
Do not use while sleeping.

 

John Lowther’s work appears in The Lattice Inside and Another South and Held to the Letter (with Dana Lisa Young) is forthcoming. He works in video, photography, paint and performance. His dissertation-in-progress tries to reimagine psychoanalysis with intersex and transgender lives as pointers toward our ever-expanding subjective potential. The work above is an excerpt from 555, “a collection of sonnets whose construction is database-driven and relies on text analytic software.”

TJ Edson is the Art Director of Oddball Magazine and a volunteer at the Out of The Blue Art Gallery. He has also had work appear recently in Terrarium.

 

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