Colin James – 2 poems



Sophia, I bought the LIFE magazine for its cover
and rolled it into a mask,
my eyes popping out of your tits.
Thank you for fucking me so thoroughly.
Your attentions were like an abstract pearl.
Diver due back about now,
with cleavage, unmistakably.
But who is that little man at the stern,
and is he even capable of driving this thing?



A Nostradamus pubic hair  
is being preserved
in a golden vial
at the Louvre.
Who knew there was
a house even, illuminating
or a life being lived.


Colin James originated the current trend of wearing pajamas outside the home, and is currently in negotiations that may plausibly reward everyone concerned.             


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gobbet is a literary magazine dedicated to publishing the very best experimental poetry and prose. Intellectual perversity and explorations of dark themes are positively encouraged. We are only interested in work that is progressively experimental. We want to see risks, and we want to see them pay. No previously published work. Prose should not be longer than 1000 words. There are always exceptions. Send 3-5 poems. Include a short bio. Send submissions to Work will be published every 5-10 days. We also intend to publish anthologies of selected work published in gobbet. We will do our best to reply promptly. Most submissions will receive a decision within a month.
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