Jackson Watson

DONALD DUCK PREPARES ME FOR MY BEATING

the human appears in the animal where
u say je vous aime la Bête le best
botched boyhood facelift falsehood
for ur tantrum toddler politics plastic
surgeries on bureaucracy like
a chainsaw sculpture sulfur
egg in one orange hand akin
to nothing but plastic legs & gag
gifts no one wanted, hypersonic
chickenshit I’m living in a lickèd boot
for dinner: wings in a panzer’s tread

DONALD DUCK PREPARES ME FOR MY BEATING

the trace you left inside me widens
like bugs bunny’s bunny cuntology
& can I innerduce u to me? I am one
whose inlightenment was imperfect
tense the was-ing abuzz in my heart
Oh Doctor Liberace?? Where is my intro music my
White Lotus ooo-loo-loos for I am not a boo-dist
I palm rough parables from ur shareable
shut up mom I’m trying something
I neither sing nor speak for the birds
DJ Coleslaw is in the building!!!

DONALD DUCK PREPARES ME FOR MY BEATING

the daffodil indicative, Narcissus so frilly
with his head bent down
towards a pool of piss Narcissus
with his nose against the mirror 
to obliterate his image as the drain
speaks as it drowns I am
a very reliable customer
@ the tragedy shop & so
I receive a discount grief & tho
I covet ur club nintendo points
I will trade them for new terrors,

Jackson Watson is a writer and translator from Georgia. They live in Providence now, where they work as a wildlife rehabilitator and serve as a poetry reader for Nat. Brut Magazine and Tyger Quarterly. Their work is published or forthcoming in mercury firs, Fence, DUNCE CODEX, and elsewhere. @iamthedogiam