Joe Luna: Two Songs
Faith / Star
Turpentine on star court
phasing like
a stuck gazelle
the lyrical venn particular
to my song
of wanton pulse,
the blessed mark
I ask for this each
morning
a cigarette
for breakfast
Clapped in wondrous neo
sincerity trills
my darling goes
outside at night & goes
to sleep my
baby shocked &
awed by death
that’s firm abated
selfhood
happy that
relays survival
Vigorous the period
of ex existence
then would fall
towards me song of arse of beauty
fashioned on
the sly emotional
ataxia
security the great
and landlocked
portal stands
accomplished
Night for now so gorgeous
as I track
relentlessly
a cheap faith sectioned by
its moral quiver
ruthless beating
heart’s
desire to, tending
every parcel
pucker safely
at a snip
Erato
Most of all I want to be
a different person
more like you
said beneath the brand flopping
newly precious
archetypal bitch-slap
fassy muse-shaped
error you: final level
headed love
spills out
of all my ears
We deafeningly need to be chorus
in love, with, you
finessed the world in
imitable life retains a brazen
moonlit cunt
from which derives
the human a
capella broadway
asterisk
we must
of bullshit light
be furiously fond
De-natured to the same mass bracket
to ascend reversed
Goldstein hold
still I, hold, still I got you down
following bilateral
hypoplastic
Cupid’s bar
coded fires lunge at grace
full reason
to repair
cleft lips
The best truth which from the window
slips unaccompanied
obvious night
strangely now inhabit me for real;
collecting songs
of wild pulse
to counteract
what yet aligning tries,
like the universe,
to keep
us in tandem
reel-to-reel
