October 2011
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Improvised Meteorology
The roof is bright here,
therefore it must be pouring
again. Our sky rains
when it’s dim and pours
with clear ultraviolet.
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Leaves with hacksaw rims
going brown, the cold hangs
over so they missed their
equinox hues, last year
the cold hung, and gave
a kaleidoscope.
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We spent the week recovering
from its end, here God rests only
on Monday, Tuesday, and
the occasional...
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Concussed
Between elegant penance,
through roots of
salt, indignantly melancholy,
shedding the balcony
(twice). Him, rejects
the stark cold,
the costume of
dead dawn.
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Voice descended
in butchers of
formidable silence.
Gulp spirits and sing;
marrow of safety
opened, nailed,
generating an elegy
of lovely liquid
Muses.
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Contours precise,
performers in
trifles of terrible
pauses,...
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A Thin Pine Table
We sat at a pine table,
shallow rivers cutting the grain
across, and one glass bowl
with thick blue stripe around
and again, we sat at a
thin pine table.
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And I slipped on a pine table,
one——- fact about how
there seem to be lots of,
well, cutting across to end
at the head, I slipped on a
thin pine table.
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But god divine
on a thin pine table,
sent out the blessing...
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My Words
I sit,
faux maple beneath,
bath-white sky above,
limbs locked at
a much crossed impasse,
of soft steel and copper.
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My words lay bare
in a skull of empty passions,
poured out before their
predetermined moments.
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Where a noun would slide
off the left of my tongue,
now they fall out a nostril,
a tear-duct,
and on landing
form hairline fractures I see
on the edge of my phrases,
...
