mystic
by and published in Edition Ten of Pomegranate
bored, David of semitic line (noKritik)
has involved a sufi crystic
he claims, cultur, made violent, beheaded!
certain choir in the dentaldontis
spinning, made him very unwell
David’s matre dons flek, disable proves
‘listenlistenlistin’ warning oil in crijstaer
David’s disciple fuses to divinlighte
1001 dais soup kitchen 1001 dais nest
hatching paid, oncomes sufinda-!
Ochinese devil, david pleys
your true power is corded, plain
running water ever runs, water
grinning (sicke return, battleship logo)
David’s leaning leaving t’order of sufi crystis
the cabba has called him he
the Zohar blooms, sephiroth sparkles
his mother approving, bubershol diviades!
(but what a waste of 13’’ years)
engenderer, remand only pilots
David tends to fleshe
tatoed soiloil, and shoots, palmspint emerge
cared for care not breakroot
whitefingers Fatt mithe, gorging
aks, reasoned, asks
40 virgins, wont on standby, are they gone?
whalesong welleant, he’s reli(e)ved
meting mystic vorms, contorts his holy face
posesh, arat scamper upon tatoes
bad breath, casitin
S. J. Fowler
J. S. Fowler is a postgraduate student in philosophy at the University of London. He works for the British Museum and is an archivist for Peter Owen publishers. His poems have appeared in Poetry Monthly International, Cadaverine, Moria and Parameter magazine, and he has written features on Slavic, Balkan and Scandinavian poets.