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 matthew barney
not bergman
respectfully
ak
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