the hands
are claws,
oyster-cloying
genitals of beasts
star-bound.
we are wards
of space
like rock’n
roll
bound for
the unconscious-
destroyers
of practical
management.
the hands
melt down,
physics
scowl,
dreams,
molten lava
and music-
given you
got
tablature,
can’t match
Resurrection or
prepubescent
hard-ons, amongst
the awkward
dust of the
Tonka truck.
-by Jay Passer
-by Jay Passer
Jay Passer's work has appeared in print and online since
1988. His most recent chapbook, FLOWER OMELETTE (also including the work of
Misti Rainwater-Lites) is available through Lulu. Passer lives and works in San
Francisco, the city of his birth.
Painting Courtesy: David Balilty
David Balilty is an Israeli artist with North African roots.
He was born in Jerusalem in 1971 to a family of artists and musicians. In his
most recent work, David has combined three mediums of visual artistic experience for his abstract
painting.
