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“who the burn marks…”
who the burn marks nettled and hatched his shadow label ecstatic. and recompense, a tiny infallible legion born midday, listen. youre no oxygen five hundred of you stare back at you. look the conversationalist has no hair and there a fraction of yr crevice lurches forward because the jesusline revalated “all is dust” or alternately […]
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Distant Warnings (after Catullus)
Trembling veil, my limit — whether I plumb the Marianas Trench as waves of doubt thunder miles above; or brush a stand of birch with sheathes of rain, or net a white noddy adrift on beds of kelp; whether and whither the mind wanders in dreamy disquietude, asleep of a prairie noon as buckboards creak, […]
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“Language wants to speak…”
Language wants to speak. I can’t pretend innocence that this has nothing to do with me, who am I to talk something else again. Amarillo spills over. I lost my hat. Strictly past tense, I was shaped.
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Catch & Release
The border of humans is tender. I catch and release. Fungus starts on my flanks, like as not, the shape your fingerpads. Swim steelhead, if no less Texas, Tuba City, clear to the ice.
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from “A Charm for Sleep”
for NathanielFear has an ear in it and so it appears on all sides of night laden with beasts The hour “when” The hour “until” is the world’s tribulation To fall into history To fall down a hole To fall into the lion’s jaws So small the ear appears and yet, so laden with the night’s […]
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from “All the Buried Places”
for Peter GizziAll the buried places will eventually find you Salvaged from a cold day Everyone remembers with a Thread of Hatred So many years pulling after you Silent tethers of need Something steps out from behind a tree merely an accumulation of leaves Imagine it was your father coming back So that you could pass through […]
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Quelle
It is convenient we can’t find it. I was a child myself found standing in the backyards of the neighbor or looking through vinyl windows of a garage. The dreamer naturally thinks that what they have found is what they lost.
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Crow Transit Road
I find two ears go like tom toms with derelict spaces a sound of subdivision in the division in if afraid to fight boys / if afraid to die But remember its organization on the curb the prairie scurrying under the bed the antiquities of the neighbors discovered as if the difference were interval alone […]
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Loop and Ring in Wildernesst
At the edge of the miniature golf course sits an elves’ house glow hearth lit I strain to see the fire and find a naked light bulb distraught wire everywhere elf house haunted long gone. Nothing disappears at night. All of us move to a house beneath a mountain and it is what Vesuvius was […]