Poetry
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from a distant
from a distanthorizon of a clear day the mountain god’seye saw it all it sawa white insect of the subspeciesgeneral motors or ford or chrysler crawlwest on a distant ribbon of gravel like the road was a long gray grass blade a silver stemthe mountain god saw the insect stop where the road passedcat tails Continue reading
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between
betweenacting out a mango treeand acting out a macawi acteda spirit life between spirit livesi wasan out of work actoramong out of work actorswe wereall naked between costumesinvisible between roles we wereso manyi tried to countgave up and countedthe grass insteadwe all rodea near nonexistent breezethrough near motionless leaveswe might have rodea bus on a Continue reading
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those rodent grasses they’ve tunneled
those rodent grasses they’ve tunneledup out of the soil into breathing the wind leansthem like spectators toward the reaction Continue reading
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so you didn’t like the radio electric
so you didn’t like the radio electricguitar sound waved into your earso you reached to change the diali’d so carefully on stationed off statickid brother let me speakwith the voice of inexperiencethe car follows the eyeacross white lines and lanes of frequencybecomes the drum that drumsa tempo on a drummer made of pavement Continue reading
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through all those minutes of sleep this
through all those minutes of sleep thishand this long pointer finger circled round the boulevard and tickedpast the same twelve addresses againand again and again cameto the twelve o’clock exit out of one drive around that wasthe entrance into the next and continuedagain and again pastthis shorter hand this thicker hand this slower hand thisthumb Continue reading
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serfs peasants tell each other death happens
serfs peasants tell each other death happensthe moment a body becomesa straw house shuckedfrom the life that had livedinside it as a hermitthe child marcellus heardat the death that happens in winter the lastbreath will be seen to riseas a puffed smoke from a chimney mouth as the the ascetic soul leaves the house never Continue reading
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when the air in the jungles of generic
when the air in the jungles of genericafrica was like waterthe spirit of something that wanteda language to tell itselfsomethingwanted the invention of an instrument to writewhat it wanted to tell itself so it wouldn’tforgetgotdown on hands and knees at the edgeof the air that flowed in a creek and inhaleda drink that filledthe glass Continue reading
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westbound
westboundthe prairies are the front of the carwheatfieldsand beyond the wheatfields grasslands growup out of the upsloped land and cover the hoodhalfway up the grasslands the foothills riseand fall where the hood buckleswhere the foothills collideinto the horizon the mountains are mangled where the front of the car crumpleswhere the snow veinsup the sides of Continue reading
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so there’s these eyes right
so there’s these eyes rightblue eyesand brown eyes and grey eyes andthere’s green eyes they look in through the windshieldbut you keep quiet in the shadows behind the pulse of the engine that drivesthe van likefrom between the seats in front rightmom’s in the driver’s seat she’sgot her hands on the steering wheeland she talks Continue reading
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you don’t care
you don’t carethat the sky will never again risenor descendthat while the sun will never again begin to climbfrom the base of the mountain upthat slope that facesthis way the moon willnever again falldown the other sideit doesn’t matterto you if today the sky beginsto stopif today the sun and the moon beginto standdistant flashlights Continue reading
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