No stream of greater love advancing nowThan, singing, this mortality aloneThrough clay aflow immortally to you.
from “The Voyage”
Hart Crane
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NaPoWriMo 9
For Anne Boyer’s Facebook Wall
I think about this ask the time how song become money becomes baby’s breath becomes money again we eat the custom- er’s hands firstly triumphed in a major way / skeleton under skin bone pushing up thru & thus humming under fluorescent ask us how to eat we fold for it
NaPoWriMo 8
The Allegory of the Email
for Sarah F
We watch eggs break—bones picked out from several others. In an empty cable, next to a wall in shadow, so many theaters of voice converge, a shade of gray brought forward. Charlotte— the customer—her heart moves slow as water edges against her. Her hair is weather patterns— a spark pulling thru. Her hours are paint, William Blake, shark penises —under the wall we sit listening slowly to paws tap glass. Below, the town withers, twines its ropey recession around & around.
NaPoWriMo 7
the subtleties of denim torn asunder & the weather finally beautiful here there is more of that in the pools of clouds
NaPoWriMo 6
for Jess
the fuzz eloped— then the dogs who smell pot on things there are almost no friends then a metal bird—the borders that keep things—meat sacks fuzz in eye in wind fuzz ordained—not fuzz contingent the people change become librarians met well to refer to pollen in such & such but [still] a few birds to tell what you’ve done
NaPoWriMo 5
after Rosemarie Waldrop reading, UMaine Orono
why is my skin all over the place a pale connection of limbs / in webs / things burnt as food look into some computers being / monstrous lenses just wait it out shake your head to nod please to the feeling in keys squatter's of language / a mighty fine wind gingerly monetized & left in a ditch by a highway which cuts thru a wood flowering with loose names
NaPoWriMo 4
to the spacial relation between mountain & car torment the speed between the path crossed —upturned faces holy / in post-light light & volumes pilled together in apology / always apology * chummy coworkers drive fat / iridescent children future incarcerants / possible pitch to black [personal pronoun] am driving over trampled wet bodies in semi-circles / around imaginary phones * the mother in the chimney place / broken with a broken like folks / are some broken forest limbs & [personal pronoun] are the apology tree lonely like spreading out the sky such * —violent Zuk strikes low at the gravel road only got lonesome to watch birds shit in pieces his lover / the force binding sticks / is packaging is ugly praying mantis encountered in a shaft dim ragged poor in the depths of depression
NaPoWriMo 3
for Sarah C.
"etc. What makes an email a poem?” one that can be seen through the lens of a seed generally established an order to impress that which is unfinished at the time more agreeable despite similar difficulty questions unanswered “sail away with flowing waters”
NaPoWriMo 2
[NB: I now remember why I quit using WordPress, it is damn near impossible to get your formatting right. So FYI this is not how the poem should actually look.]
after the correspondence of Zukofsky & Pound
that and o / and / after all / carry with them all the baggage she only interprets refutes there is a lot of money policy abducted Hades / flowers fell from her lap that she is abducted in ceaseless experimentation between the beetle and the idyll pastoral [philosopher] in parallax / in view of others too set in motion from idleness playing with the French reception vanguards of electric speaking in theory anything goes into 80 flowers and [old poet] rejects a leaden winter driving torpid boatloads to rejection of natures object over the is not / is known fugue of lungs to driven snow hardly reassuring images weeds pushing up in places deafened by credo and by melodic vegetables nostalgia: fake flower “make it [money]”
NaPoWriMo 1
after Stephanie Young
she / likened to be grand so too she / diddled to influence over another broken-faced river to be programed with an image possible to write it with only to know how the pen marks yes / us / yes / in us image speaks of cruel downloads labeled to stacks of glass to strangled tables or rows of how we barely eager to be hay-blown ummm / beastly ganders flying making annoying noises all these people with mouth / always half the bad feelings in water unable to be listened to and / yet / also over cinched someone else in tyranny in a room / divides in a room another vocal tone toyed with so various carrion in legions cleans up the brain / the brain cleaned magnificent with school “the blue crayon of misery” stuck in our organs the question: do people move like money moves through rooms in houses / broken vessel moving through an apartment wall which weeps through the airport hall bleached white the bleach feeling its line / feeling its quality of line / depth / gaslight the tub /hangs / hung / feels itself masturbated / strangled and left out to forced air / to all circular moving in old parts of cities that were never young will masculine things go to movies or differently / will lethargy wear out
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