PERVERSE 7F
Blascsók
Kaur
Greaves
Peltier
Lazarus
Hullo there,
I have some news to announce, which is that there will be a PERVERSE Poetry Event on Monday 11th December from 7pm at the Wheatsheaf in London! (Nearest station Tottenham Court Road, so usefully near the Euston and St Pancras side of things.) I am still finalising plans, but will have more info on that very soon. Please come along if you can! It will certainly be fun.
In the meantime, here are five more brilliant poems for you to enjoy.
Chrissy
PERVERSE editor
PS It may be best to view these poems on a larger-than-phone-sized screen, or else a phone turned sideways.
Nóra Blascsók
A portrait of James Bond, and legs
He does like them, legs. Shapely them. Them legs, legs on blondes, legs ’round neck, his neck, he likes his neck, with legs around. Stiff neck looking ahead, at road ahead, car with ejector seat, ejecting onto blondes, brunettes with long legs, curvy legs, legs in the air, legs on heels. Legs kicking and screaming – no the legs aren’t screaming, that’s the mouths – legs dragged away by baddies, Russian baddies, Chinese baddies, legs of baddies, legs of M, legs of Moneypenny, legs hurry, legs lie still, painted in gold, feet on gas 24/7, 007 pauses to admire legs, legs revealed under towels, wrapped towels slipping, sliding off soapy legs, his legs hairy, pressed against shaved legs, Bond rolls off legs straight after, out of bed, puts on tie, tie goes on neck, his legs walk away, James Bond’s legs, always walk away.
Prea G. Kaur
Empire and 200 Others
By the Grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland and of Our other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, other, Realms and Territories, Head of the Commonwealth, Defender of the Faith
David Greaves
just do your job
poem for the coil of scuttled ships
their hulls have become a membrane
they metaphor battle and silt
–
poem for multiple stars framed among the canopy
crowns warding their relayed light
the reader articulates an interruption in just space
–
poem for the growth of vegetation on repurposed sites
landfills industrial waste deformed ground the word reclamation cannot be reached
it is beyond earshot of this poem
–
poem for rent
it is like mercury
euphony accumulating in tissue
–
poem for flattened homes
and days without heat
in the country of plunder, read aloud in cafes, the glut and steaming west
–
poem for what replicates
& this replicates, &
there is nothing that does not consume
–
poem among sickness | a vector of sickness | & cathedral
–
poem that is of the flesh of world
& then turn, regarding, wrapped,
become supplicant | fibres coalesce & are extracted
–
poem of flesh shed &
the churn of earth
the reader a knot in flesh
–
poem after metaphor for catastrophe
& the land becomes tapped
& the poem emptied as a word
Andre F. Peltier
Surfing Zillow Porn w/ One Hand
This stunning two-story cocaine lounge,
once owned by Aleister Crowley,
is a beautiful family residence
complete with plenty of space for
everyone except those pesky poor.
With 4 bedrooms in the main house
& 1 bedroom in the guesthouse,
there’s room for the whole family
to spread out & boof some ketamine.
Filled with burnt cork & cold cream,
this property has a “warm, welcoming atmosphere”
(just keep your feet off of the furniture).
The living room boasts
a beautiful view of the apocalypse,
creating a cozy, inviting space.
The formal dining room is perfect
for executing enemies,
while the gourmet pizza kitchen
with breakfast nook & family room
will prepare you for the rapture.
From the family room,
you can enjoy unobstructed views of the guard tower,
while goose-stepping towards the salt water pool
featuring three laser-equipped sharks,
as well as crocodiles and a wet bar.
The master suite is a true oasis of white privilege,
featuring a fireplace, three walk-in closets,
& an updated industrial personal massager.
Two additional bedrooms & two baths
are located upstairs,
while one bedroom & one bath
are located in the dungeon.
The guesthouse features a bathroom,
providing additional space for prisoners
or your mother-in-law (nudge-nudge… ha ha ha).
Other great features of this home
include 2 zone AC for optimal comfort,
& a lovely outdoor BBQ area
perfect for those awkward circle jerks
during family reunions.
This beautifully redone family home
is sure to impress & provide
a comfortable & luxurious
lifestyle for its lucky inhabitants.
Located on approximately half an acre
in the desirable 800 block
of the west end of the Flats,
this beautiful Samuel Z. Arkoff
inspired traditional estate,
once owned by Josef Mengele,
features warm and sophisticated lab equipment
& timeless architectural details.
Set behind gun towers and a canopy
of lush landscaping,
the torture chamber is extremely private
& includes 5 bedrooms, 6 bathrooms
& a detached gas chamber/gym.
The thoughtfully curated,
open floor plan beams with natural light
through bright picture windows
and offers rich custom moldings
& bespoke millwork throughout.
An elegant formal armory with easy access to
the chef’s kitchen & butt-fuck pantry,
sunken living room,
library lounge with a built-in bar,
a complete collection of Ayn Rand’s books,
& a large family room with breakfast nook
& separate “staff” quarters,
are all seamlessly connected
to the expansive sugar plantation.
Upstairs, the primary suite
overlooks the residence grounds
& includes a refined entry foyer,
private living area, slave quarters,
luxuriously-appointed dual bathroom
& double walk-in closets.
Three additional, spacious bedrooms
with en suite bathrooms are located upstairs,
along with a cozy hallway bondage nook.
Enjoy the tranquil outdoors
with multiple lounge/entertainment areas,
encompassing the pool, spa, outdoor BBQ/kitchen,
dining area & park-like grassy knoll with shooting range.
A true entertainer’s dream home with an ideal
layout for all kinds of insider trading fun.
This beautifully redone family home
is sure to impress & provide
a comfortable & luxurious
lifestyle for its lucky inhabitants.
Build to suit on a top-tier lot,
once owned by Ivan the Terrible,
in the most desired neighborhood of Beverly Hills.
The plans & permits have already
been issued & approved by Ivan Ilych Dolgikh.
It’s ready to start construction ASAP.
Situated near the entrance to Hell
on an ultra-private & quiet street.
Fantastic nature & city views
as you listen to The River Styx roll by.
This homesite comes with plans,
designs & entitlements for entitled white folks.
Renowned painter of light, Thomas Kinkade,
designed & assembled
a new 8,491 square foot residence,
which epitomizes the contemporary
privileged lifestyle of oblivious existence.
The proposed subject is a new,
custom-built, two-story (three-level),
modern style residence;
consisting of 12 rooms, 5 bedrooms,
6 full & 2 half bathrooms.
The lair, er home, comes equipped with a chef’s kitchen.
gated entrance to the gated entrance,
to the gated motor court,
indoor/outdoor snake pit,
drive-in movie screen,
multiple periscopes, vanishing edge pool/spa,
& 12 fully armed torpedoes,
bulletproof glass elevator (broken),
post-meltdown nuclear energy system,
4 Tesla powerwall battery storage units, &
Multi-Zone HVAC.
The stocked honey badger area will surely impress,
as will the Paul Masson boxed C4 collection
(we sell no suicide vest before its time).
Be sure to experience the private porn theater
including family favorites like Debbie Does Dallas,
Behind the Green Door, & Deep Inside Vanessa Del Rio.
This fully submersible former junkyard
is sure to impress & provide
a comfortable & luxurious
lifestyle for its lucky inhabitants.
Motl Lazarus
#Vow#
I can’t wait
to spend the rest
of my life
waiting for you
to finish talking
Contributor Notes
Nóra Blascsók
https://linktr.ee/norablascsok
Nóra Blascsók is a Hungarian poet based in Manchester. Her poems have appeared in Magma, The Rialto, Finished Creatures and Shearsman, among others. Her debut pamphlet <body>of work</body> was published by Broken Sleep Books in June 2022.
Note on ‘A portrait of James Bond, and legs’:
“This poem was inspired by two experiences: watching a classic James Bond film (Goldfinger) for the first time, and listening to the recording of Gertrude Stein reading her poem ‘If I Told Him, A Completed Portrait of Picasso’ in an online workshop the next day.”
Prea G. Kaur
https://www.inter-viewjournal.co.uk/
Prea is undertaking a creative writing PhD at Keele University, funded by the AHRC. She is working towards a first collection focusing on her family’s oral histories, the legacy of colonialism and transgenerational trauma. Her poetry has appeared in Mslexia, Visual Verse and Swim Press.
Note on ‘Empire and 200 Others’:
“The lines used in this poem are taken from the British royal proclamation. When reading the proclamation, I was struck at the fact that many will not know what ‘other’ is. At one point ‘other’ could have been nearly 200 colonised nations (Stuart Laycock) that were not necessarily acknowledged as being as important as the motherland — even if those nations were pillaged to financially support Britain.”
David Greaves
https://twitter.com/dgrbolith
David Greaves is a UK-based writer whose poetry and fiction have featured in datableed, The Babel Tower Notice Board, Lune and algia. He mostly doesn’t tweet at @dgrbolith.
Note on ‘just do your job’:
“poetry is kinda hard and there are a lot of poems that I want to write but for one reason or another am almost certainly never going to. also frustrations with aesthetic limitations (is there something weird about the idea of specifically aiming to write A Poem about A Thing – maybe/maybe not/maybe sometimes?). I guess also writing as an action (the action of writing? I guess?). basically, Words.”
Andre F. Peltier
www.andrefpeltier.com
Andre F. Peltier teaches writing and literature at Eastern Michigan University in Ypsilanti, MI. He is a Pushcart and Best of the Net nominee. His books Poplandia (2022) and Ambassador Bridge (2023) are available from Alien Buddha Press.
Note on ‘Surfing Zillow Porn w/ One Hand’:
“I wrote this poem while thinking about the absurdity of Real Estate listings. It’s a satirical look at wealth and capital.”
Motl Lazarus
https://www.subsidingsun.uk/lark/#the-free-short-stories
Motl Lazarus lives in Edinburgh, and was only writing poetry because PERVERSE kept rejecting his submissions. He supposes he will have to pack it in now.
Note on ‘#Vow#’:
“I no longer remember why I wrote this poem, but reading it again, I suspect it was something to do with the better and worse of living with someone for a long time.”
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