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Sorry Boat
Head lice, block cheese, and biscuits Sea-less now Let the waves take their licks Solid wood born holes Rakes, shoals, splits Salt scores, dragged lines keel Kiss them all like ladies Wood stone, it’ll break your fist This sorry boat was home over twenty; twenty-five Drop us both deep, deep Listen; whales sing the high […]
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One to Another (for Peter O’Leary)
How do you make embodiment dear if you fear its hold on your life? The daunting tolerance of unsolitariness and how to garner silence from the outside in How will I survive the broad plain with the form of my feeling at the boundary of faith Shall I have hope inside the throat, imploringly as […]
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Reversal
Telegraph or paragraph? The lines run on, diffuse, Droplets across the moment — Recall composing By halves the pages of a draft Of words to wound. Which is which, I dare you to ask, and who to whom? The reproof Still wounds.
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The World Is Still… (for Stephen M. Meyer)
The world is still not yet over though we devour it and fill it up Holes here some places entirely gone Collapsed livingness A perishable record deep from within us A wildness tamed into a ghostly sleep This is not a prophecy This is obviously the world clothed in a double mantle
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The Living Room
A pulchritude holds a lute of unfired clay; wavering gouges indicate strings. From a marble paddock bronze Chiron preaches to the aloes, to the venerable root-bound jade. On the screen saver three favorite Hentai stills of violation. On the wall the second wife on her first wedding day; the first mother-in-law Reading Pooh to her […]
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Incarnation
If it’s true that everything comes around, I imagine I’ll die under the needle feet of a thousand bow-legged crickets, those I’ve killed this summer in the still corners of the bedroom and around the bed. With what determination I hover in the shadows, a lover haunting a lie. This year we allowed them […]
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Four Sijo
Waking The keys cut quick from ivory, black teeth parallel yet never ——— It is you and I my love in our wide-narrow bed Not for us the tradition of burial yet at their table your family has promised your place. The Daughter’s Semi-Daily Violin Practice Minuet in G—the virgin energy of the strings […]
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Proposal (for Z.B.)
The idea of prayer being a thing to keep the ones we love close – that’s the one thing you’ve said I’ve taken & will carry with me. Not that I agree with it, but I’ve taken it with me.
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Form (for Merle Haggard)
"Long Black Limousine" depends so much upon mistakes: a missed turn "the curve nobody seen"