JON RUSESKI






CHIAROSCURO


i got a job

i held a skull

i got there

got blasted

there is

this whole premise

what we unlock

in the dark time

when the moon

flattens

to a circle

a shape

you can draw

in my heart

i never gave up

on the total

realignment

the tangled

macrame

of the ether

the big hesitation

of what sings

i can wait

i’ve spent years

held dust

to the light

i know

it’s circumstantial

but shiny things

also enter

i’ve followed

candles

tasted

the ingredients

it was all

so simple—

light and shadow

chiaroscuro

an italian word

you learn it

with charcoal

you forget it

when the world

gives you

one cupcake,

no more—

i love the classics

the massive

angelic

whisper

of the approach

i’ve heard it,

reclined

with the oysters

so as not to pretend

the market

would capitulate—

my love language

is stimulation

but arrange

pleasure

for me

any other way

i’ll be there

touching

the pillar

accepting

the whole myth—

so we

come to

this agreement—

that the jewel

fits your neck

that the goodnight

is inevitable

so just

grab stupidly

into the field

lava lamps

morphing

into shapes

that look like dicks

i don’t care

i’ve chewed through

the plastic

around the heart

threw vines

in the cocktail

gulped it down

you could

fill the whole bouquet

into one green bottle

leave it

for everyone else

to solve

when you’re dead

and still

it’s the haunted

dysmorphia

of the mirror

the rusted shadow

of prayer—

not that luck

forms

a true ring—

but that

the glimmer

which appears

in times of need

has been curated

by some

absolute

unstable

absolute—

and in this way

beckoningly,

always,

i am brought back

to the air





HAIR STORY


somewhere out there

a cloud factory

and a 99% match

the whole thing bricked

I sat in my room

for like 7 months

umm

language

smoking

nudity

and now

well

you get

the idea

this old

heart of mine

remember

August

July

September

May

when I came back down

I had notes like

follow up instance cancel

& there is a wisdom

that is woe

but there is

a woe

that is madness

the thought

that we are guided

by some blurry light

when you’re there

listen to the crackle

but that’s living on a ship

I’m a maiden of the world

it’s fun to splash

when downsizing

the main idea

is

of course

to expand the space you have

an area rug

can fool the eye

and that’s just it

I’m just

writing from life


JON RUSESKI is the author of the chapbooks Sporting Life, Neon Clouds, and most recently, Enter Sandman. He is a founder and editor of Blush.