Andrew Levy

 

Andrew Levy’s recent titles include Don’t Forget to Breathe (2012), Nothing Is in Here (2011), and Cracking Up (2010). Memories of My Father was published in a private edition by Innerer Klang. With Roberto Harrison he published and edited Crayon magazine from 1997 to 2008. Levy is a contributor to the President of the United Hearts’ The Big Melt (2007), author of Ashoka (2002), Paper Head Last Lyrics (2000), Values Chauffeur You (1991), and other titles.

 

 

 

 

 


An Ominous Dream

I wanted to feel the weight of your body
on my body, I wanted to feel crushed by it.

His penis has wound a rope around her waist
and is pulling her away. His mouth
as long as the pig is being beaten on the neck.
The boss of all the other big men
rub them with fat. Everyone smokes.

The result is almost incoherent. Their words
are almost infinitesimal.

 

 


 

 

 

The Mind is Not Designed for Thinking

The men see as a danger the men think the men
will force them to do them. As others looser or belts
we take more and more feed no satisfied lose
you are miserable too until we change our appetites…

Space will no longer simply be a form of
exteriority, a sort of screen that denatures duration,
an impurity that comes to disturb the pure,
a relative that is opposed to the absolute…

It is an oracular and choral materiality.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Komodos

Can grow up to 10 feet long and weigh as much as 150 pounds,
have shark-like serrated teeth and a bite that can be deadly. Its saliva contains roughly 50 different known bacteria strains,
so infection is a risk.

Mauled by komodos immortality quests
hit financial snags.

You become like a baby.

At least one tenant says he feels a little younger already.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turn Your Schlong into a King Kong


If he hollers let him go. What's new on your
end? Did you kill the asshole?

Push back hard enough to stop. The world
disappears in this thinning of emotion. It cannot be seen,
grasped, bargained with.

Look upon everything with
an impartial eye. Lead the alphabet and breathe in
all the letters.

Fight for your life. Ask your teacher
what makes a man hear what is not heard, think
what is not thought, know what
is not known.

There is a deal if you’ve got the funds.
Life is imperishable.

The rust-belt benefits from the juice
of a particular flower. Full scale political
depression is spent.

The money meltdown
is nearer than all else? Pounding the levees?

If it hollers look at that
impartial eye. No one else has it.

It is a part
of your makeup. It’s one of the best
I’ve read.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Prefer to Say Nothing More

Some things have clitoris and some do not. No subject matter
is attached to them. Nobody ever taught me, and I can’t teach anybody.

You can teach a man how to block or tackle or kick or pass.
The ability to run with a clitoris is something you have or you haven’t.
If you can’t explain it, how can you take credit for it?

If you’ve never jerked off to a slow-cooked brisket, you haven’t lived.

It’s a self-serve sexiness.