Whose shiny prosthesis
unhymens this prairie,
obtruding on soil
like a smooth hookah tube
urged on a flippant girl,
trying to get her to
do smoke as vulvas do semen?
The painter and poet, in a death-wrestle,
try to disentangle their protean identities,
or at least to maintain a numerical tally
of the limbs, heads, and torsos their
shifting persons comprise.
As in FAMILY ROMANCE (Jaded Ibis Press),
Tom Bradley has accepted the challenge posed by
a stack of preexisting art. In this case the ekphrasis
is in verse, and the images have sprung from the
cranial alembic of David Aronson.
Publisher Jonathan Penton says,
This is the most peculiar book of erotica,
and the weirdest book of poetry outside of
psychosis outright, I have ever seen. This is