To the caterwauls of the crowds by PJ Lombardo

To the caterwauls of the crowds

by PJ Lombardo

hush · issue 5

A poem titled To the caterwauls of the crowds by PJ Lombardo, after T. Tzara. Text reads: All the angels pass wave distant Strawberries / Wet with May weeps Weeping together skin descending / In sheets into//the eyes of all the world underneath the eyes// / So I don't care The men fall against my hip Kratom / On tap in a puddle of sleeping feathers Blue glisten / Soft on a soft shoulder where all the angels pass / Wave distant In heaven I will recall you and perish into / Harmony Like an eternal radiator who//pile up / so the city is covered pell-mell / with unknowns-- magnificent unknowns / someone awaits you in a thousand homes//Hellraiser: / I am a goodrunk cradle I will melt with you in some / Next life All the angels pass wave distant Wet / With May Your blood in my memory Wet with May

PJ Lombardo

PJ Lombardo is a poet from New Jersey. His writing can be found in Mercury Firs, DREGINALD, Lana Turner Journal & the Brooklyn Rail. Together with Maxwell Rabb, he edits GROTTO, a journal of surrealist-grotesque poetics.