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Force Feed, Force Field
Whatever comes up, gets drawn in. See it here, shaped and trimmed to manicure. That two of three meanings come down to force, energy, force to beat us about the shoulders in the small of the back, tack us like a crow to the barn-door. Force and erosion, resistance. Moral. That jaunty Herakles would cauterize […]
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“What do you mean, I asked the poem…”
What do you mean, I asked the poem, its gears for a moment at rest, steam leaking from its boiler. Who are you to ask, it replied, touching my cheek with a human hand. Where do you come from, I asked the poem, marvelling at the shining grooves behind it, which seemed to vanish into […]
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Metro Worker Sweeping a Puddle Down a Drain
the world shudders like an escalator jolts up a sudden start men in shirts duck and bob like pigeons on a ledge fishtailed and sly guzzling what’s given granite platforms trap a chlorinated wash of light their blood ran out here these rails these lines this trough through voltage claimed the earth we owe everything […]
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Manifesto of the Home
1. origin no longer exists as a geographic space 2. you cannot keep it in a jar 3. apartment buildings pull into stations open their doors the populace out and in the platform clamps shut and hurls 4. bricks rattle in their brittle mortars and restack themselves 5. you cannot keep it to yourself 6. migrant society […]
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Ties Unbind
The blood thins between us drips loose a surname— not to be alone in failure—we share one shiver between us—a form of memory— even the baby sister wants a fair shake in the cold.
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P.T.A.
What little’s left, we learned to clean with our guns and our mouths. We hit the target of our own design. But when I ask what’s next, nobody steps up, head cocked for a space of breath.
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Stay in Touch
In the main body of address Nostalgia divides the head again and again Beginning, middle, end hidden between fragments Against the future’s need a hand closes
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The Questions
for Robert Creeley Living part trap part rap-t ure How to spring it How to give oneself up to it
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The Difficult Ideal
If you accept fate’s feats you will be guided Otherwise, pulseless disguises compete We either give or withhold heartbeats