Monthly Archives: October 2013

Releasing Cargo

The deep blue flags of dusk unfurl above happy hour at Joe’s Cellar,   bar mirror catching the eyes ready   to spout embers, the eyes extinguishing flares.   This factory worker tossing back the grease of cheap whiskey,   … Continue reading

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Ready to Parade

Twilight returns to its holy scar.   Locomotive pulling north to where the scent of fur is carried on a glacier’s tongue,   impossibly delicate starlight strung forest to field behind open boxcar doors.   The red embers of animal … Continue reading

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The Art of Water

You stood Drawing ingenious maps On your busy nails, Glancing like a woman, Real, heavy, tormenting, Under the innocent street-lights October’s prancing moon Disappeared, Sweet-snake’s wind blowing From another North, gathers In patient-doctor waiting, No need for another philosophy, No … Continue reading

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Nights

Nights are very real things Even in this mid-monarch life I hesitate, Hearing in winter nights Mist swoops on callous earth, grass, Newly-wedded mothers On uncaring breasts, Birds hurry to their nests No calling bell reminds them Any early hour … Continue reading

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Nowadays

Nowadays I forget everything I don’t know why For sure, Paying vendor’s razor-sharp price I forget to carry vegetables! Even set out for toilet When there’s none calling me dearly By my sweet ancestral name Someone advised me ‘Visit doctors.’ … Continue reading

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Ohio Ideals, Run and Never Look Back

The exodus,   of an obese flock from Baptist churches dressed as Johnny Cash live at Folsom,   steel corroded in nature as they lay dying on Old Bryan Drive east of Indiana red cometh the day rusted and ancient, … Continue reading

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Post-It Note Dissection: Present and Future

don’t forget,   the directions to nowhere white paper sits still in the corner black ink still in the printer phone set on dildo cigarettes lottery tickets that never won if four men build a wall in an hour how … Continue reading

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Poking Things with Sticks

I poke delicate ideas with a stick,   dreams of utopia slowly disappear with every fragile day it probably isn’t coming back but I hope it will,   I poke delicate ideas with a stick,   explicate it blow it … Continue reading

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Pigeonholed

Does pigeonholing me make me more pestilent? Do you want to keep me cooped up So I don’t loiter public squares And mess up pavements as I mill around – Minding my business as you mind yours? Does pigeonholing me … Continue reading

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Thinkcubation

Why do we crack up? Is it because we rupture our shell As we try to come out of ourselves?   But we don’t crack down, do we? Unless we mean to control something That causes us to erupt. Anthony … Continue reading

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