Two poems by Jascha Hoffman


	Jascha Hoffman
	After Baudelaire you know that salt ache? i was dying of a bone-fed desire when a sugar ran down my grain-pinched heart ripped out of this world it's curtains for you kids if you must know i am so dead wait there's more from "Midnight Angels" after Castro Alves* when the livid undead and the grave archangel billow the night for us and the tourists bathe in sweat and even the twin pines are broken in the throat ... when the bloody light swells from its socket, fades then surges like a sweating soul and sings out its own fever to the ripe mask of madness ... when everything shivers and melts switches on and hums, throbs then reveals rivets and scrims, then the dark worlds get bucked in spasms and some spasms start to leak ... *adaptation of "Os Anjos da Meia Noite: Photographias," by Brazilian poet Castro Alves