Fantasien zur Nacht (Video + Gedicht): Politics of Keith Brighouse by Jane Cain

Politics of Keith Brighouse
read by Jane Cain

politics

rumours said Gillian shaved her vagina

or should that be vulva, pudendum or pubis?

it’s difficult to intellectualize, when

your mind is swimming below waist height

a dog sniffing around at random, searching

for a morsel, or even better, some bitch in heat

you know, you’ve been there too, don’t deny it

it keeps your mind occupied and who knows

someone always wins the lottery

her porcelain pubis polished to a mirror

a V pointing between her thighs, the cut

which kept me awake at night, my face

reflecting back, with a gash between my eyes

this concerned me more than the boot, pressed

down upon my sternum, the weight of the world

squeezing my bellows chest of oxygen

pumping hard and making no headway

it’s the impossible vision, more an ideology

I studied Karl Marx for the betting averages

asked Frederick Engels for his opinion

‘Freedom is the recognition of necessity’

everyone needs a distraction, a hope

I applied this reasoning to shaved vaginas

boxes full, like harvested mussels, puckering

a field of failed last dying words, bubbles

inflating then deflating, moribund explanations

you may imagine Gillian’s smooth pudendum

but in the end all it is, is politics

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