Poetry
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imagination’s human
imagination’s human‘til something in a grassseed hereamong the grassesof the river valleyempire demonstratesan ambition to becomeeverything a grass canbecome by sproutingand something therein a grassseed across the riveramong the grasses ofthe coulee sidetribes that gatherin small bunchesdoes the same thingand something beyondthere in a grassseed among the grasscivilizations that stretchaway from the topof the cliffs Continue reading
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between that place
between that placewhen the light that litinto the specter of the deadking extinguishedand that place when that lightthat lit into that shadereignitedmarcellus leaneddown on his hands on the parapet peeredinto the horizontal abyss of the east i swearhe saw through a blind man’sdarkness that night like he sawthrough every horizonsaw all the way to norway Continue reading
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downstream
downstreamwhere the river moveslike reptilian skin moveswhere the old man’s* python water muscles under the skin movewhere water basks on the gravel riverbed between rising away pastures that leanupslope to the hilltopswhere beyond the lick of flood feedlots squat the bladders and the bowels of a thousand notwo three ten twenty thousand morecattle are emptied Continue reading
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no iron bars
no iron barsno concrete wallsthere are no doors of plate steel closed between what she knows before sixth grade and what you’ve learned in the seventhjust a schoolcorridor between where you stand and where sheshe never even notices youmiddle school you’re junior high your hair’s straight and shoulder length and ivory blonde and otherwiseyou’re no Continue reading
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varoom
varoommy lips shaped vroom varoomsounds like i was three and four and formingjourneys spun into journeys across the days prairiedto the cloud bearded horizonand from metal coils spiralledrustily and spiralled up in the seat frame baredof thread and upholstery and of all the stuffing of days spedbeyond the measure of speedometers smashedi heard the call Continue reading
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before i told him cain had watched wind spin
before i told him cain had watched wind spinthe powdered ground of the land of nod upinto a cylinder of fine sandsaw the lifelike statue of the memory of abel carvedinto a dust devilthe imagined abel’s face sculptedof powdered claybefore i told him cain had witnessedabel in the dustmarcellus believed in ghosts he wasready to Continue reading
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mountains and foothills
mountains and foothillslandscapes aretoo large to be butcheredbehind closed doorstoo large to be cutopen in a bathtubtoo large to be bledout in a sinkfences and gates and notrespassing signs are erected‘til the sacrifices are surroundedmountains standbehind barbed wireand rolling hills laydown in vast pasturessoil eatsvegetation it chews and digestschews and digestsan industrial saw roars into Continue reading
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the door out open
the door out openwind entersblows through blood in tiny veinsthrough fur and tissue and organs and musclethrough places of fat and thin places blowsaround an arrangement of tiny bonesand exitsentersand exits a tiny catskin bagwind wears a catskincoat the colour of smoke scamperslike a leaf from the concretedoorstep through the doorway pasta pair of bare Continue reading
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rebound
reboundoff the rimand we in the basketball fall toward the rising geyser of boys who leapup from the hardwoodfloor under the basketwe are airin a brown leather hide we falltoward the water in the skinof reaching armsland on the waterdrops in the skin of six footmanny carpenter’s fingertipsand floaton the water in his handsother arms Continue reading
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when marcellus looks up
when marcellus looks up through cloud through sun through moonthrough the pattern of stars looks up through the worlds that circleeach other like gladiators through the paths by which they circle when he sees allall the way to where the hand in heaven writes watches the hand write my thoughtsbelieve him Continue reading
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