JAY BUCHANAN
4 deathcaps
1
just because there is no last breath​
to mark the close of the life of a thing
don't mean things​
don't live and die
but do we ever celebrate the life of stuff?​
where's the grief and rage and eulogies?
the fortune of the disposable​
is a short ride to a mass grave
2
knowledge is still river rocks and plastic beads
currency is still Crayola
loyalty is still an open ream of paper
love is still a falling firework
art is still pink lips on a discarded napkin
knowledge is still river
currency is
loyalty is still an open ream
love is still a falling
art is still
3
I am Queen and ​
I am King
I take the Ring and wear the ring
And wear a dress if I damn well please
And speak and breathe and love
with ease.
4
we hold breath​
still to see​
awaiting the fall​
oh gift oh mercy​
the fall is brief
Jay Buchanan is a queer, neuroatypical writer based in St. Louis. His poetry and art scholarship appear in ASAP/J, Otoliths, Tesserae, and Rava Vavàra. He is also Managing Director of Idiosynchrony, a podcast qua collective sonic artwork. His writing is also forthcoming in ASAP/J.


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