We’re happy to welcome Phoenix back for another SMM appearance! Those of you who have followed us for a while might recognize Phoenix from our interview with him, his interview with me, and his essay on anarchy. If none of these sound familiar to you, feel encouraged to check out the links above. Today’s poem, “Anguish [,” is from an unpublished collection, I. Follow Phoenix’s Amazon page to stay updated on the collection’s release, and, while you’re there, don’t neglect to check out Phoenix’s impressive catalogue of available books.
-Justin A. Burnett
Anguish [
By Phoenix
it has to be with/
the crazy style
feel some(thing) (ir)relevant
or anguish
I am angular
not quite felt sharp angled
parted too hard and spent (out)
high from pure pennies
American wealth
pennies and momentum
I don’t actually say though
I say it’s something dealt like Jack cards
felt by nothing death or sharp [and shard]
the peaceful shades and spade of jack
it’s anguish like this sharp card and shard
I cried on the sidewalk last night
did it matter(ed)
or was I just biology
anguish/replenish
the pain is radical I am fool
where the blood red Phoenix Arizona t-shirt
if it makes you feel any better
if it makes you happy and sad
the poem is bigger
than the page of your tears and ideas
I don’t believe
know if I can survive
crazy crazy style for a pack of cards
or wolves a pack of wolfed give
yourself the space and rhythm of time
hardwired like your friend
he went incognito
what shall it be
logic breaks down
into poetry
I am depressed and want to kill myself
balance a balance struck
anguish is my card or penny
my writing Jacked
nothing in
this
I hand hurts
so let me anguish smash
my hand
hurt from write
it’s anguish and irrational
a rash null
ration(ed) reason(ed)
(no detail—)
the anguish is crash
I respond
I move on
in
in spades
generate
create creative created
pain and
—
thought
give staccato
too much
word(s)
feel just
an
an
anguish
feel
pinned pained
adult is dead kid dead
don’t under
stand back back lash(ed)
he’ll hurt hell
hurt himself too
and shall though
is
willed
will
long
soliloquy or sorrow
and shape(d)
sorry for an
sorry for (an)
but heavy metal anguish
heavy metal
an
an
an
an
anguish
anguished and
wished
felt
dealt
it’s not
real
just let(ted) go
-Phoenix
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