o/D to the Ampersand

Jim Larwill

Canadian Shield Chapbooks II.
Text Box: &$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$ o/D to the Ampersand $&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$& Jim Larwill Text Box: 1 & 4 a century with typewritten keys they have hammered the form have taken her shape & deformed the form all in the name of liberation & in the name of freedom & in the name of breaking from the past they have broken Text Box: 3 & in the dark burning pussy bright I leave my blank mono VGA turned on & this magnetic possibility of static absence catches mosquitoes their thin wings crucified flat against the scream & I type their deaths squashing them like insects my own blood mixing with parasitic fragments as their deaths 1 by 1 ----- = a word Text Box: 4 & the night sky was once the text Text Box: & now she lies with no arms or head a silent Venus & they rape the dead as I rape the dead her cold stone thighs slowly chipped away by the hammering of my hot throbbing fist thrusting be tween the cheeks of her &us Text Box: 2 & the hero rape of cold stone goddesses by professional workers of the text leaves be hind a pile of bro ken mar ble b i t s & I would rather fuck the sun & father a sky of stars each word shining in its constellation