Ken Jacobs

swim

swam topiary swam lash swam minor
swam topiary swam pudenda
flower  

   swam embarrassed lips
   of surprising figure

swam lash
lashes
   swam lasses already – swam about
   interfaces and injected
dependence
     if you weren’t a woman
then you might be a man
swam
   ugly cocks waving
as you pass under the bridge – swam under?

I am not my penis but y’d never know it
the way it swam, swam among primitive
data
not
raw
   literal
they make y’r hand move over thighs
into the digital balls and cunts y prefer
   wetted toward yr anus
do you like that?

   the way has been
   prepared

make y’r mind swim with lashes
     among the brilliant
polar caps - ha
       ha ha
I mean bears
   swam in yr
so human y can’t help it
   with y’r dreadful cock

cock dependence
   swam ,
embarrassed lips swam
   over the figures
   the obsessive helpless boy
cornered
   in the market ‘dog head’ they
think
   reaching toward his rough hair

   y’d go to prison fer that one
   y’r cell ringing
y’r cell ringing    y’r hands behind
y’r back
   sitting on them
tingling
     as the circulation ends
y’r rectum
   purring with all the fucking y’ve
   been subject to
   -love is legal-
but shimmied tangles and trenches
   are the limit feeling fer y’r balls
   and labia, maybe y left them,
   maybe they’re in y’r
pocket

   embarrassed lips
that he would make
     metaphors of his
   rounds
that their bodies were his

   O, Bill
they aren’t dancing
   fer y
not dancing swimming or mending
they got nothing fer y.

Ken Jacobs has lived in and about Washington D.C. for more than thirty years. A new pamphlet Sooner from Phylum Press release in December 2009 and has a poem included in 'The Portable Boog Reader 4' out in January 2010.