Buzz me with bees, the noisy
hive, the house of wax
and gold; and in a paradise
of pure oxygen, I am re-built
with wings; all flesh, the fatty
globules, have
disappeared I am--a dark man
from dark thought
removed--I fly!
A though
the air is pointed fresh
at me, I feel the self-same
urge, the stinger tingling--the
male, grooved
like some malignancy--too deep,
I fall on petals
bruising them, the flower's
mine--hot mouth
to yellow dust I suck its nectar
Mercilessly
By Jay Chollick

Jay Chollick born 1995, to poetry, that is--has an aversion to formal bios. A frequent featured performer at venues throughout New York City and its environs, he is the Poet Laureate of the Saturn Series and Poet Local Laureate of A Shout Out at Otto's Shrunken Head. His poetry has appeared on-line at Poetz.com, theshoutoutatottos.blogspot.com, Poetry Central and Big City Lit, and is included in the anthology Cat Breath, edited by Miriam Stanley among many other places. (But don't let these "dull facts" interfere with your enjoyment of his poetry which is hardly the "same old same old.")
2 comments:
jay is one of my all-time favorites. a national treasure!
I love Jay Chollick! Thanks for posting this. A national treasure.
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