Issue 31: Jee Leong Koh
from “Ungovernable Bodies”
J., June 20, 2007 (Wed), Splash, then West Side Club. White, dancer, 47 yo but very fit and smooth skin. He brought me to the West Side Club. He fucked me, and then fucked me while another guy fucked him. Three other guys came in, one after another. The first two fucked him while finger-fucking me. Finally I jerked off while fucking J. with my big toe.
For everything requires coordination,
the train, the station master, and the train station
or, better still, a metal ion and a ligand,
to form a stable covalence are quickened
and thickened to the utmost rigidity
that you and I feel inside you and me,
nor are we alone in this thistle tube,
named so gently as the West Side Club,
but other necessary atoms, donors
and receptors, sporting the biggest boners,
yet spelling at the kindergarten grade,
attempt the phonemes of a “cavalcade,”
so, studying how to receive and donate,
we may with numbers vast coordinate.
H., July 14, 2007 (Sat), The Cock, then his place. 35 yo. Father is Spanish, mother is Columbian. Nightclub business. Came to The Cock to forget about his ex-girlfriend who was provoking him by (maybe) having sex with someone else. Smooth and muscular body. Gray hair made him look distinguished. He penetrated me with little foreplay. Long and thin cock. He moved his cock in me in different directions. Good but did not hit the spot. I lay on my front, then sat on him, and he also took me with my legs up, lying on my back. Morning, I sucked him for a while but was too sore to let him fuck me again though he tried hard. Gave me his name card.
Cocked and loaded, the cocks
floated and goaded. Thick cocks
talked with thin cocks. Cocks
of the walk with virgin cocks.
What did they jaw, white cocks
and sore black cocks? Cocks
are cocks are cocks are cocks?
What crock of shit, the cocks
brown and yellow, the cocks
racial bedfellows, spat. Cocks
are still ranked in this cocks-
ucking cock-tank. But cocks
with smackeroonies and cocks
get to fly to the moon.
after Ms Brooks
M., January 24, 2009 (Sat), The Cock. 23 yo African American. Went back to his place in Bushwick. I sucked him & he fucked me. Then we jerked ourselves off.
A bird in hand is worth two in the bush,
they said and fled the violent neighborhood
to burbs, who knew zilch of the miracle
of the bush burning and not burning up.
It took me nearly 40 years to learn
the end of all my wanderings would be
to arrive where I started and to know
the fleshpot of sin for the Promised Land.
On the way, seas parted, manna dropped,
a bronze serpent was raised up on a stick,
and rumors of the shattering of stone tablets.
Astonished by Egyptian luxuries,
I report my analysis to you,
but Moses, Moses, why are you crying?
Jee Leong Koh is the author of Steep Tea (Carcanet), named a Best Book of the Year by the Financial Times in the UK, and a Finalist by Lambda Literary in the US. His hybrid work Snow at 5 PM: Translations of an insignificant Japanese poet won the Singapore Literature Prize in English fiction in the same year as his collection Connor & Seal was shortlisted in English poetry. His latest book from Carcanet is Inspector Inspector. Originally from Singapore, Koh lives in New York City, where he heads the literary organization Singapore Unbound, the indie press Gaudy Boy, and the journal SUSPECT.
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