Art

Selections – Atticus Davis

(from the upcoming collection Your Aeon; cover sketch by Courtney Min)

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CHET BAKER HUFFING A GAS RAG

Born to feed

Born to thrive

Born to breed

Born to die

II.

Who’s going to love without asking you to drink their Kool-
Aid?

III.

Ask me what it means.

Like you could ever forget your purpose.

The scent of your breath on my skin:

it all rushes back to me, like Chet Baker huffing a gas rag.

IV.

Fuck your abusive parents.

You’re perfect.

CONQUEST URGE

the unenlisted

drop outs in drag

half-faggot deserters

need a place to put my conquest urge

apparently it is not gay sex.

here I am

after his cunt is gone

and you could bottom out here

all sanity like a shanty child

in some back alley miracle

my life has brought me to my cradle

to be lulled, finally, into the warm

blanketing hands of flawed self-love

eyes wide open

screaming to see

blind as a bat

a vampiric youth in

your old friends glow

a makeup fuck w no makeup

an apology to the ones you buried

in justifications. Mirrored in intellectualized drug use.

II.

Because, yeah, of course

you fucking miss me and

I missed me too.

I’m holding my hand now, wailing,

like that wounded animal I was

but bleeding bleats

and untamed

whild

savaghe

the animal you want to poach but

whose beauty haunts you

like some ragged angel

bite my heels and try to drag

me out.

We’ll talk but you can’t keep me.