THE COLLEGE HILL INDEPENDENT


Homage to Love

by by Julian Park

illustration by by Adrianna Gallo

1.

(time is of the
essence strike
is
of
the) sense

of the waking
warbly street
& shoes-
numbed

feet
the panic

attack held
back by movement

& the suck
marks on the neck

& the closeness of passing

& the closeness of
sleeping
bodies

on hard
floor
next to the one
door & the other door

may it break
the car
may it
not break

& the fake
feels in the stomach
in the face

by the grace
of gods
imperial speed

feeding on cajun
seasoned potatoes
& broccoli

2.

I, well
yes, have
a full stomach

but am still
hungry. We
could

walk in the rain
from here.
We could

carry a broken umbrella
to protect our cigarettes

but i have
quit or
never
started & only
kinda
love you, sometimes.

3.

with sensible and promised
wavering
waving

garbage
trucks breaking the youth-
ful sound
barrier

eyes un-
contact
bravier than anything

promising sense to the sens-
ing

but all smells like cloth
soap

crossing the road
hopping for
clean hope

4.

the grain
an
in
and intense
expression

fingering the pressures
of the burning
pages

vibrated of
analogy aurality

vibrated of temperature’s

temporariness

peeling lips
dry
and wet

chancing time to the
quiet
minutes’ smallness

blessed wind
twisted betterment

felt in the risk
felt in the clinched

fist of the knife
pressed through the flesh

dreamt of electric chronicles
& chronically electric dreams

seen with the toes
curled into the carpet

5.

pretend
you told me

this real brick
these real bricks

these real brick
layers
ecstatic, in the morning
stealing cars

far, far, far away
mortar
mixing mortar
to piss squid

and dunk
forget not dingle
with kid

scally
beneath champagne stars

let’s just sleep
let’s just sleep
let’s just sleep
with socks
on