Monthly Archives: November 2010

This is How I Said, “Denial is a Raindrop”

how the plaster was applied      to hungry surfaces in the driest night of autumn      the substrates folded slyly into cracks between the ply board selected (twisted up like the hemp of cobweb fiber) silent threads arrest the intended span in … Continue reading

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Blind (or Corner of the Eye)

there were nineteen ways to count       the stars in all their unsheathed      brilliance but I left the boat out in the rain (it filled up, brackish) like my hardened veins

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Thus Breaks the Light

thus breaks the light fantastic, over             cars and human hearts (the acrid smell of       what they called acid rain creates alarm)       the madness of you putting each toe, gently                         like inexperienced lovers                   between layers of ocean and grit             inside the … Continue reading

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A Deconstructed “I”

            the trackless wastes, the blankness, haunted still, by dreams of voices underneath             the still fluorescence – water bends       and breaks in turbid bricks of blue where I am woken, gliding ghostlike on a ship of mist       turn by turn, the … Continue reading

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Pattern

we are full of tiny punctures lost among coarse objects                   somewhat passive in sharp embrace                   we hold the course the angles turn, return to narrow lanes                   like images you trace       on my constricted lungs south is somewhere below my feet … Continue reading

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The Immobility of Seasons

I awoke and walked out into the morning fog, the haze       thickened – resolved                   into a solid wall of mortared stone,             the silent stones awakened by             the day, undone by breath condensed to ice-white cloud how the movement became breaks … Continue reading

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Orbital Decay

this is a tribal       dance, the source of blonde thatch       on city rooftops       black glass (in angled plates) dropping             down       like open sky a dark and impotent collapse both under and above us                   standing – monolithic: we collide             in molecules … Continue reading

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