Peter Burzynski     

 

Mud-honey

Vile Concerto # 9, Opus 2

 

Mud-honey

You spit voluminous.
Violet, it was a choke
hold. Slam. He'll take you
 
under. Where did you orbit
today? The horse is without light
bulbs to chew. Do something
 
about it. Fix it, foxy. You
split peas you're that sexy.
Unrequited diet of tornados
 
and tulips. If formaldehyde
is fecund; if cripples are tiny
gangsters; if gondolas
 
can be unplugged; if the plebs
are all on drugs; if monsignor
is actually a pair of doves;
 
if dandelions are duds;
if and only if the sun is
a metaphor for the sun
 
I will know that you are
without blisters, without buds.
Misses, your atlas fluorescent.

 

Vile Concerto # 9, Opus 2

Take this sombre, half-hearted villanelle,
squeeze it, spit it out with a grunt.
The bitter craftsman splits his tongue.
 
Love that motherfucker with glee,
trickle down Ronald Reagan’s magnificent cunt.
Take this smutty, half-hearted villanelle
 
and tear it, bleed it like a moist doily
peel its panties off in a cunning stunt.
The bitter craftsman splits his tongue
 
all tits, no glamour.  He is to be
that soul-sucking asshole runt.
Take this slimy, half-hearted villanelle
 
read it to your kids, let them see
you jiggle your way down the page: be blunt.
The bitter craftsman splits his tongue
 
pissing all over your tired dreams, missing the tree.
You’ll be poor. Rip off your clothes and hunt.
Taking this sacred, half-hearted villanelle,
the bitter craftsman splits his tongue.


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Peter Burzynski is a first-year PhD student in Creative Writing-Poetry at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee.  After growing up in the booth of a restaurant on Milwaukee’s South Side he went on to complete a B.A. from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, a M.F.A. in Poetry from The New School University, and a M.A. in Polish Literature from Columbia University.  In between his studies, he has worked as a Sous-Chef in New York City and Milwaukee.  His poetry has appeared on The Best American Poetry and Bar None Group websites as well as in the Fuck Poems Anthology.