prosthetic gods - a blurb?
like a vampire sinning in the freshly carved wounds of his victims
the poet jonathan penton smashes your reading heart with his
bleeding fists of verse and in that moment before we murder
our parents or allow them to murder us for the umpteenth
time in that moment when the machismo of our intellect
fails us and we compete with one another seeking the
deepest level of hopelessness like the scent of her
new lover’s ass on your ex’s fingers, yes, in that
moment of reading the poet jonathan penton
fantasizing of sex in the shoah discovering
why he cuts himself this way - it’s in order
to look like you - our bodies are not what
divides us but still the poet dreams of
connection and becomes, quoting
Freud, a kind of prosthetic God.
when the poet jonathan penton
sings at his best we can hear
leonard cohen at his worst
it’s piano man billy joel
if this chapbook ever
gets filmed it would
have to be by mat-
thew barney not
bergman
respectfully
ak
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