Amor Fati Baby
Hell-bent devoted the ass
of my sun
Gazes deadly off your
silhouette
Hips loop muscular atmosphere
Like saltwater through a sunfish lung
Your kamikazee shoulders twinned upright
Gymnasium paradise forever
Leveled by timeless prayer
Roofs run with the magma of fate
Bewitched precise i scrap bread towards
Your deathless mallards
whenever you beckon, whatever you’re like
Miss Universe Last Place
I welcome my abdominis to the knife
I welcome my abdominis to the softness of your knife
Languishing in the berried
Lazarette
Ghost-riding under
Irreversible eye
Heartburn purples your arrival
Upon me
Every ape’s a wind-up doll
Winding down
infinity
& i am the grandson of the eschat
bleating your face All Alone
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PJ Lombardo is a writer from New Jersey. He holds an MFA from the University of Notre Dame, where he worked as a publishing assistant for Action Books. Currently, he co-edits GROTTO, a journal of grotesque-surrealist poetry. His work can be found in mercury firs, Works & Days, Lana Turner Journal and the Brooklyn Rail.