Micro Poems By Genelle Chaconas

Genelle Chaconas is queer, feminist genderfluid, an abuse survivor, and proud of it all. Genelle Chaconas is a 2015 MFA Writing and Poetics graduate of Naropa University. Their first chapbook is Fallout, Saints and Dirty Pictures (little m Press, 2011). Their work has been published or is forthcoming in Burningword Literary Review, Exposition Review, Milkfist, Image OutWrite, Bangalore Review, WT Paterson’s The Asylum, Former People: A Journal of Bangs and Whimpers, Menacing Hedge, Futures Trading, Crack the Spine, Weirderary, Dirty Chai, Third Wednesday, The Fem, Crab Fat Magazine, Door is a Jar, Five 2 One, Bombay Gin, Calaveras Station, Late Peaches: Poems by Sacramento Poets and others. They are a volunteer submission reader at Tule Review, and they hosted Red Night Poetry in Sacramento.

The Mole
This mole on my left handed face Zarathustra whiskered not smooth enough to jazz speak rack of blonde meat Monroe me instead DeNiros me with pre psycho punk maverick billy chic aesthetics of desperate poverty mania the anti-Oedipus anti-God’s lonely left hand armed man of venal acid dropping rain streets.


Glass Pearls
-for Janis Joplin’s cover of Big Mama Thornton’s “Ball and Chain” at the Monterey Pop Festival
Glass bead curtain Carnival goddess bangle roadhouse bandana wrapped Cleopatra feather fringe dime store ring fingered psyche her tortoiseshell goggles askew she throws her kinky overgrowth mane through the air against the violet horoscope Porsche sky voice rough as back roads highway tarmac opens her booze bruised lips and sings.  


Fever
-for Saturday Night Fever
John Travolta’s foxy bump rhythm of the panamorous genderfluxus molten butterscotch strut Morrisonesque ballerina disco leopard angel dust headed hipster superfreak built like brick trench house his hips a new solstice of cool doesn’t pace swaggers why would he walk down the street when the street can walk down him.


Float Purple Hazewise
-For Lee Conklin’s Fillmore Posters
The striptease statue butterflies drift float purple hazewise above hairy-chested longue chairs in the white satin chamber the handsome lovers dance palm to palm four step the sex synesthesia tango to hallucination Boleros above them the fleshy beheaded God of Looney Tunes Stamps inhales the atmosphere exhales a psychotropic gasp.



Leftover Tesla Orphans
-from Donavan’s “Epistle for Dippy”
We pass the delicate serotonin floors we like leftover Tesla orphans we in Theta wave Technicolor coats holding inertia hands weightless in the elevator of the brain hotel let the ground floor magazine racks crumble with the other rubble above the TV ceilings crash the signal’s beaming down and through.



Gladiator
-from Mark Pauline’s Rabot
So much depends on a reanimated hare not replica but corpse tied to a mechanical android rig with barbed wire walking not walking stumbling on a blowtorch kerosene hazardous waste blacktop concrete barriers for audience safety marches not marches hobbles around the fire pit demands to know if we’re entertained

Mr. Electrocool
-for Adbusters
Oh you Mr. Electrocool mohawked patched mixtaped jumbo safety pinned septumed steel toed doc martened skull Das Kapital quoted bandana masked or better yet neo post-anonymous Guy Fawksesque you impeccable middle fingered Topic why couldn’t we meet at a Maalox caked resistance  instead of Borders comparing Adbusters pre and post.



THX Chic
The blade passes clean smooth sharp defiant and definite across my THX Productions scalp I wanna look like Britney’s last pole dance like Stripetease Sinead or Stipe like butch leatherman post apocalypse Aryanesque like industrial monks like the don’t ask don’t tell boys I always wanted to be but can’t.


Junkyard Mixing Board
-for the soundtrack to There Will Be Blood
Sledgehammer piston chain operas tetanus junkyard mixing board suites railroad spike sonatas quiver the alkali aluminum sky vibrate the scrap steel shrapnel ground the upside-down waterfall of heat air oil pour up into the smudge smuggled air the night like the shatter nitrogen roar surge organ like the earth exhales.