2 poems by Barracuda Guarisco
Public Beverages
the tea is bitter
I’m sipping headaches
a response connected
with a concealed IPA
glucked beneath the
v point of two bridges
it’s a brisk block away
from the apartment
my appreciation of water
more bizarre than the families
exercising squats on the steps
beside me, we have a backhand
I just witnessed across the lake
two men I perceive working out
a friendship, disrespected
one man on his knees
the other super wtf
about something
then it’s a big whatever
a mystery resolved in secret
finally,
a cryptid
expecting
and requiring
nothing
from me
The Disorder Isn’t Wrong
When the compounding motives,
Though as trivial as they may be,
Cinch degrees of culpability,
I think you’re plotting to kill me (!)
Serious pie, so serious I’ve stopped
A buzz saw with my chest
Needling back to zero trust falls;
Vertiginous empires of imbalance—
A nail, gunned down
Into the muscle and gum
Dumpling, striking the
Flavor profile of an idea w blüd milk
(I always knew it would be you)
Rehearsing the dark alley of cancers likely
& goodbye rituals
Stop asking me why I’m a baby
You know I was born a baby
& that’s funny
A stubble baby
Dying in its own dip
Of a fatty sad cringe
Like, every body was laughing
Or I understood it
For what laughter
Truly is
september 29th, 2020Barracuda Guarisco / C. C. Hannett / Kris Hall is a cheesesteak obsessed, bisexual crybaby who enjoys absurdity at varying levels. Barry is the author of several books in the Spuyten Duyvil Publishing universe, as well as Uncomfortable Music (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press, 2021) and The Gold Boys are back in Gold Town (Really Serious Literature) co-authored with Joshua Robert Long. The Founder and Editor-in-Chief of Really Serious Literature, his work has been placed with Maudlin House, Meow Meow Pow Pow, Silent Auctions, and various others found under Entropy Mag's 'Where to Submit' list. He lives with his wife, Pilar, and doesn’t know what day it is. You can find him if you want to.