Monique Lanier Poetry
"All escape that is not you" is a religious reckoning, a tumbling, a conflation of God as Father, lover, savior, abuser, war monger, and corporeal companion.
The threat of apocalypse hums.
Layered with Evangelical imagery and erotic tension, the poetry swings between points of euphoria, devotion, grief, and longing - crashing headfirst into spiritual road rage.
[This fallen woman loves him.]
Join Monique and other writers whose work has been inspired by the poetry of Richard Siken on Wednesday, Oct 22nd, at 7:30 pm at The Earl in Los Angeles. Copies are available for purchase.
Act Confused: Someone Might Save You
This is a real story so you can do things to it like real bodies.
Substitute carrots for the washing, the kneeling for potatoes,
Maybe get rock star parking. Anything here for anything there.
Walls for ice. Submarines for cornflakes. God points and today
we eat. Tomorrow he’ll have no hands. I should have told you.
The trinity is a trick. What does it matter if it’s one man or three?
A war is a war is a war.
Savior
end this
end this
end to end
this not stop endless
end this fight
end me seized
three days
slipping bruised
five hag hushed
nine thorny mouths
soak up milk
union hand fast
here
here boy here
here silky one
one black hound
here
is
my
neck