to Jean Luc Godard
These are the days when anything goes
christ like capitulation
daggerplay cherub sly suspicion onto
chronic twilight foxrock demands
new beginnings
beneath the gravity kill supreme soft cartel
a black menace
gestalt wicked rainbow benediction
these violent delights
in the nameless city of waiting eyes
a fossil of unreason
the sprawl of new immaterialities, interruptions
ruin, allegory, melancholy
annhialating the real
venus impossible fathom lines
of a mystery front
flux, disruption and emergence
the future is a wound
heavenpunk of shadow’s stillness
My name is Rus Khomutoff and I am an experimental language poet in Brooklyn, NY.
I have been published in the San Francisco review of books, Proprose magazine, Isacoustic, Mojave Heart review and Hypnopomp. Last year I published my debut collection Immaculate Days (Alien Buddha Press) I have a chapbook called Radia forthcoming from Void Front Press.