StrangeLens
Goatface La-La Land
My work deals with external and internal. It's broad, encrypted and on the loop.
-StrangeLens
KS Keeney
Midnight
You taste like dramamine,
the airplane kind, sweeter
and chalkier and less
effective for it.
I am selfish
to put my unease
to your lips, to ask that
you sip this dread,
but always, you wait
for me to crawl
to you in
the night. Someday
I will take
as much as I give,
but for now, I ask
forbearance, as I take
your breaths
through my body, lay
on your chest,
and ask for you.
My work is often about desire, the desire for things, people, and emotions, and these poems are a reflection of the intersection between a relationship, and the inherent longing within, and the way those desires express themselves.
-KS Keeney
Portrait of a Lover
after Susan Sontag
I find myself in dusk while she is wrapped in our Vegas
neon blanket. Taste is held in the places we never
look so I swish-
spit champagne
from balconies
we won’t own. I've tried
to gild myself
for posterity.
Their glitter sliced
my fingers to silk
ribbons. I part her
panniers. Her taste
is three million
pink ostrich feathers
placed to perfection
and she sighs like a Bellini.
We eat lotus
entranced in the inorganic
landscapes that
hum hot
under
our fingers. We gaze up
awestruck and drag
our bodies through
the city blowing trompe
l'oeil smoke
rings onto
a sky of black
velvet concrete and steel.