Good lord, grief. I’ve forgotten
to do my calthestics again.
My aesthetics are bundled,
bridled by the bunch, by the wing
of a wren. Take me down a peg.
Cut off my peg leg. I’ve got two
left. My left side wobbles crumbs.
I cake my own face with cum.
How does it feel, bitch?
I’ve never had any money
shots. I don’t see the point.
Why cover the above? Why break
skin to prove a topography
of misguided, unaimed love?
I misunderstand fortune, tell
my people that death will not come
from above, but sideways, slantways
disguised as braziers and doves.
— Peter Burzynski
Peter Burzynski is a second-year PhD student in Creative Writing-Poetry at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. He holds a B.A. from the University of Wisconsin-Madison, a M.F.A. in Poetry from The New School University, and a M.A. in Polish Literature from Columbia University.
In between his studies, Peter has worked as a Sous-Chef in New York City and Milwaukee. His poetry has appeared in The Best American Poetry Blog, Yes Poetry, Thrush Poetry Review, Your Impossible Voice, The Unrorean, BORT Quarterly, Hobo Pancakes, The Great Lakes Review, Kritya, Bar None Group, Zombie Logic Review, Souvenir Lit Journal, White Stag Journal, and Fuck Poems Anthology. He has poems forthcoming from RHINO, Prick of the Spindle, The Mackinac, The Portland Review, and Forklift Ohio.
Mediatization is the first of four never-before-published Peter Burzynski poems that the Bar None Group will feature over the next four months. These original and inventive poems touch on Christmas, winter and, in the eyes of this reader, the debauchery that is Mardi Gras in New Orleans. We first met Peter at the 2011 Academy of American Poets Awards Ceremony in New York City where he shared with us his poem, The Cemetery.