Untitled found poem assembled from a Twitch chat

im listening to brian wilsons smile for the first time this shits fuckin beautiful
I zoned out a while ago, what the hell is going on
surrealist sewer core
Oh right. They are still doing that...
You swap between morsels
from morsels to fertilizers
matured morsels
they graduate
They go to Florida
sex scene
brazil
You get pregnant in real life
it gets a social security check
its taken out back
it dies
goes to the farm
NATURAL DEATH?!
spine damage
they explode
ascended morsel
you win
become god
they come back to streaming after 6 months off and on
It looks so bad
[Not enough Dopamine]
don't think about it
there's little visual clarity on what will hurt you
Dont run into your own fire

I Used to be White, But Then I Found Strength Through Jesus Christ

I want to wake up like
Godfrey Cambridge in Watermelon Man
I want to stagger into the bathroom
look into the mirror and see
knots in my hair and width in my hips
pride in my color and soul in my vessel
I want to be close to Mother Earth
Mama Ah-Freek-Ah
Idris Elba
Hakuna Matata
funny names and phrases
will flow like the holy language
from my newly formed full lips
I want to recite every word
to “The Blacker The Berry”
with a convincing anger
Every. Word.
Every armchair activist
will bow to me on principle
see me as the Great Darkie Ambassador
as I rap about a life
which I just opened my eyes to
This I will into my life at Your hand
O ambiguously brown Christ!
I state this prayer silently
to keep my uncle from ruining dinner
and I will not cut him off if my prayer is answered
The movies told me I can change his mind

Chasing Sylvia, after Edward Albee’s The Goat; or Who Is Sylvia?

Deep I thrust   over and over   deeper I reach her soul
bottoming out  at the center of her cunt as she bleats and brays for more
I hear my ex-wife scream still echoing from years back           
“You can’t fuck a soul”
“It’s not about fucking” i insist
but here i am in the dirt like an animal fucking this animal
nothing has felt the same, she was a special touch, she wanted me most
these other creatures are only out for the burst
the off chance that biology will cooperate under some grand miracle
and they will birth a litter of successful babies
the two women in my life could not work it out         
my Clytemnestra slaughtered my hetaira and bathed me in her blood
my Sylvia
forever a memory of the lust and love that shattered my life
50 years old when it was discovered my remaining youth is chasing a feeling
chasing a soul hidden behind wet folds and furry buttocks
strong haunches that whinny, flanks that moo, lips that squeal
holes that bark, puckers that hiss, a tightness that leaves me with scratches
All holes, no souls
no Sylvia
just the endless chase of a feeling a feeling that ended my good life
my ex asked    
“did you ever think you'd come back from your splendid life, walk into your living room and find you had no life left?”
I didn’t at all and now i miss the company
livestock make bad spouses
not that i’ve found the one or ever will

Malik Berry is a writer and community activist from Baltimore, Maryland. Their writing includes fiction, poetry, theatre, and film criticism, and has been featured in A Coup of Owls Press, World Hunger, DON'T SUBMIT, Baffling and Meow Meow Pow Pow. When not writing, they can be found in mutual aid programs and fostering relationships with handsome video game characters.
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