PJ LOMBARDO

I Will Flush Time’s Worms Out of My Blood in Waves of Soft Idiocy

Dallying on laziest easel
I loll my tongue down every face

beloved
demandless

You level cities
To their slackest perennials

& your moan bores a hole in the hole of my skull

Everywhere we stomp Specters trumpet
everywhere
faster

faster faster everywhere

Forever is a lung where there is always breath enough

ALL MY LONGINGS LIE

like dead light on a made bed
Or inexhaustible drafts from some mindless star

Poems soprano
hungry & away from me

In the muggy may-war
I spot ponies
Bucking their wounded vertebrae

Pulsing
Sunburnt
You wrench the memory from its apartment

PJ Lombardo is the author of THE BLUE CHERUB (Cult., 2026). He serves as co-founding editor of GROTTO, a journal of grotesque-surrealist poetry. Read his writing in Tripwire, Midcult, Dunce Codex, SARKA, and elsewhere.