Angelo Maneage

TO SEARCH A CONDOMINIUM

I am looking at its head. A bit corroded. There is a beauty mark on the face of it. A near smile, eyes are green and baggy.

There are dotted lines along the forehead. In the hands

is another head, very similar to the one on this. Examining the air around, and up, I see a round incision in the ceiling. Sticking out my tongue to see, to catch a drip, but nothing follows.

Grabbing a broom to poke at the cave, I step over the face. I jab. I jab. I j—it gets—sucked in, wood and whisk too. My only broom and it’s gone.

Into the hole in the neighbor’s ground, the sky. Turned,

the moon is bright outside, the head is glowing as if to keep away the dark.

I am so furious.

I take the nose with grip and into the anus I throw it, but forget to let go—I am lifted directly up, with my weight, bowling poorly, and I am nearly grabbed!

With softer grip, I throw the face again. It goes up.

Take that, you piece of— it comes down back immediate as I am standing underneath the hole directly—

out a narrow come the head. The lips, from which I’d forgotten to notice, fall onto my mouth—a kiss oozed; ew. Only stars are visible, but the moon is

so bright. I still look under-up, as to do so directly at the sun. What is that, I see in the dark up,

what is that on my leg—

grabbed by the hand from which I pried the head! From up, a slice is larger and precise

 

 between my eyes, my broom returning—

 

SHAPE OF FRUIT LOZENGE DURING UFO SIGHTING

How well do you are you doing though if you tilt your head back and forward fast. How do you do friend? / whoa boa made of that banana snake they brought into  the third grade class and I remember looking at it and going why is this here  ha holy

Holy oh / I have to praise you for I or I or you will be a little dead and smashed       until you are buried or until you eat berries of forever.        which eternity will choke you? / some berries will / evil and rude / will be swallowed with water  / and cough    cough cough! yay 
we are coughing together!

And the berries will be tangerine colored grapes and glow like no / wait they are nothing like that no /    they are // wait wait       uh / oh   /  // /  / /// / looking up in the cut      off like a berry you know  neck noodled? in the curtains your head about to deflate and mine about to pop or leak    yeah there is some red red or what other color is liquid?! is liquid       what is that manI mean what is that leaking from my whole head not just my nose and— 

POP whoa  whoa whoa FUCK THAT WEASEL / BOP BOP BOP I I I I I I I I I don’t know what that was but now the WHOA WHOA WHOA  WHOA WHOA  you are glowing my lady holy sh holy sh  holy, you are now

if both my eyes hadn’t of popped out this’d be a sight to see and show them all are   going up

OH MY       MY GOD HER HEAD        MY GOD / YOUR HEAD IS FALLING OFF                    YOUR HEAD IS / GREAT BUT NO WAIT NO DON’T DO       / NO               THINK OF THE CHILDREN

a sudden breath is breathed / and citronella me / it does not make sense to smell but that / it is the truth

Angelo Maneage is a famous grocery clerk and the 2017 recipient of the Academy of American Poets’ Alberta Turner Poetry Prize. He has work on or in Hobart, LEVELER, Sprung Formal, and around other places. He is co-founder / co-editor of Long Long Journal and a poetry editor for BARNHOUSE. He lives in Northeast Ohio.