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The Aqueduct's Up There Somewhere

Lie down someone said and I fell asleep
under the only tree around for miles:
a scrawny thing but sprawling-purple
wood, low to the ground, more bramble
than branches. There were houses hidden
in the canyons, I'd dreamed many times
of a white one with green ( Read more... )

SO SWEET OUR TEETH ACHE

Daiquiris come
from a drive-thru,
at least
the biggest ones
used to,
and our beer’s magic
as meth.
Let’s get incapacitated
under a tree-
short of that
slowly bleed
to death through
our sock bottoms.
We got nothing
going on at work.
We got no
fresh perspective,
and by the looks
of the stumps
still rotting
in the bear traps on the lawn,
none’s ( Read more... )

Meč

Tako
zavihtim
meč
da
ga
bo
čez
celo
stran
in
biti
v
meču
je
radost
in
sikati
z
mečem
je
radost.

The Sword

I
swing         
the
sword
so
it
covers
the
hole
page
and
to
be
in
the
sword
is
delight        
and
to
hiss          
with
the
sword
is
delight.

from The Last Time I Saw Bonnie Blue

I wish I could tell you everything, she said, but I’m
not nearly wasted enough     it was almost dark, the sky
the color of gum stuck a long time
on a shoe her laugh was like a crowd
of horses breaking clear from the pen her eyes
were a nest of blotted stars               I’m in trouble
again, she said, Guess ( Read more... )

from The Last Time I Saw Bonnie Blue

But let it never be said she wasn’t a rare one, our girl,
good-hearted, broke-hearted, she was never one
for niceties but she was kind, the few days she makes it
out of the house intact, de facto, that is to say, 
whole, not trailing parts of her hitherto unrecognizable
self in shower drains, automatic doors (her ( Read more... )

Portrait of Anna Zborowska, 1917

You are up to your elbows in
yourself, declining. A lean

winter, hands chafed with cold.
First flush, your heat, gloved

in passion, mottled and holding.
Or beholden. One man’s giving -

shuffled between them, painter
and patron. Red/black. Hint

of a smile, quirked lip: what’s
you is subtle, hidden. That patch

of shadow at your ( Read more... )

from the introduction:

The Tao is Reason in this sense, that the substance of things may be in part apprehended as being that necessary relation between the elements of thoughts which determines the laws of reason.  In other words, the only reality is that which compels us to connect the various forms of illusion as we do.  (15)

There is some thing ( Read more... )

First Some Amazing Tricks and Slights of Hand

The girl in the iris stills. Flash. Bone. Exposed tulip,

your eyes twinkle and well like visible

pitch but feathery and cheapside. It’s there

for the taking

and finally you wish to see how spatially wizened

the perfect view a brief but tiny ( Read more... )

Hum is Interruptus/ This Ball Will Drop With Or Without You, Mr. Clark

Walked in on Hum duty-free. Assembled garrison
dressed in feathers and spit-glue. The only thing
stopping Jump is the idea that the body can't fake
without him there. When the cawing door- run!-
betrayed the storming of O, ( Read more... )