PORN STARS

 
Jenna Jameson
I lay my head down in the bonsai forest
To clear the senses
& the waves dismantled the heart
Like a child that doesn’t know any better
But this child was huge
You could pray to it
Altering the configuration of your soul
Is what keeps me from you
I never doubted the surface of the moon was cold
Nor the moist illumination that paints the eye shut
Given the choice I suppose I’d just walk away
Leaving that burden to someone who wants it
Smearing the horizon with colors from the comic books I lost
Along with so many things lost in just getting here
Books, dreams & the promise of some kind of meaning
Just one promise more
Between past & dreaming an oasis situation
Shredding your personal history
Who am I to ask for something more, something less, wanting it all
I grab hold of the question mark hovering over my head
& wield it like a scythe


Amber Lynn
Over & over to reverse the infinite
As Heidegger never addressed
The process by which these pills
Claim your cardiovascular system
Cleverly negotiating the bridge to
Neuromuscular Central where
Lights & sirens kick in
Where the impeccable storm trooper
Arrives to demand proof of your identity
& you quote Wittgenstein to no avail
In the city jail they tend to look askance
At losers who use philosophy as argument
They say there’s nothing like the sound of
A cell door slamming shut behind you
& they’re right in another life I
Might write a poem about it
But now my nerves are blown
& the little finger of my left hand is
Acutely dislocated
Pain is a wake-up call
Echoing through the cathedral like novenas
From the nervous system


Tera Patrick
Speaking in tongues
isn’t that tourrettes?
& levitation is seeking air
as St. Joseph of Cupertino &
Kobe Bryant can testify
The rapture of Therese still
brings tears to my eyes
The holy card Sister Edith Mary
gave me in 6th grade
showed Therese holding
a husk of roses her
eyes bright with tears
I read The Lives of the Saints
throughout my childhood
& I’ve carried it from there
to here


Candy Manson
You dip your toe into radiance like
The reprieve an organic medium solicits
Some nocturnal salutation that fails
Becoming enormous with fog
The pavement surging beneath your feet
Its skeletal rebar flexing against soft thunder
Reminding me of the sentimental journey I never took
The hemmed-in lure of delirium is an arduous past-time
So as to weave a pirouette across the minefield
You occupy space, I mean, a room
There is only room for one
& that one is lost
Is given enough room to lose herself
& something outside is crashing in
on Consciousness Radio
That is static sifting down from the vibrational field
Makes you wonder if this isn’t the same noise that issued from
The turbines of Shakespeare
You have obviously achieved a delusional state
Congratulations, & Welcome