Wild animals and children
spend, manage, ration
their luxuries in
a proper manner,
and wear strewn
flowers as cloth.
Fieldstones or
pieces of wood
become trusted servants,
accidental companions,
arranged with acceptance
and remembrance
in the world beyond
tin cherubs, gilt angels
and cellophane grief.
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Hey you
Here comes that barefoot dream again
hiding between false October pyramids
hiding the stings of a speechless heart
Hey you
Here I stand possessed and headless
today dawn is no heaven falling
today death is no heaven falling
straight into the Pacific
Hey you
you
never let me sleep upon a star
you
never left me a wishful farewell
two weeks hurting in new shoes
and bright acoustic colors
Hey you
Here I misunderstand what remains
and what lost itself with laughing
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“She has proclaimed orange as brass, gloves are uneasy,
frost is nothing sinuous, toast is narrow,
white horses are funereal
and
the starchy silver of my smile resembles nothing
more than the curving weeds of history,”
said Mr. Parker.
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She cannot renew the day
without his cloudiness of glower
She cannot abide coiled without
his prudent appraisal of joy
She cannot revive her doubt
without his hasty precision
and clipped verities
She binds without disguise
what he avers twice
—she unfolds unlike truth and honey—
and at least she will be
inglorious
but never a beggar
doubled by a queen
She gives and hinders
careless of stones
She occurs without limit
groundless and late
She takes in and talks out
She upholds her descent
and conserves her heart
without moderation
She cannot bury or
narrow his conceits
She cannot certify or
deny his reconciliations
But she will always disbelieve
his hidden stillness and
her lamplit recompense
She often revisits
his thickset robberies
—she will mistake less than he seizes—
and at least she will be
uproarious
but never a beggar
doubled by a queen
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I live in a room of windows with no door. A room of glass. I made the draperies, wall to wall, floor to ceiling, to cover the windows at night. I made them of heavy fabric, lined with linen, interlined with felt. When I close them, I light the lamps and the room is warm, comforting, intimate, protective. All day the draperies are open and hang gathered straight as columns, straight as royal sentinels, in the corners of the room. The room has four corners, four glass walls. All day the world outside the glass is filled with fog. All day the room is filled with cool distant light. Outside one window is a view of a city street. Outside another window is a view of treetops. Outside the third is a view of the ocean. Outside the last is a view of cacti, but there is no desert. Inside is a soft bed, a comfortable chair, many pillows and many books. If I never leave this room I will have a better life than you, anyone you know, and anyone on this planet.
Why do I choose the lesser life?
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Cold huntress.
Night descends from shadows giant between the stars,
walks invisible, deadens sound.
She comes,
ice alive in chalcedony.
Drawn by dead horses, her chariot is the moon’s wing
—flowers and suns die at her touch
—her eyes bleach all colors
into pale liars.
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Answer: Eye
Answer: Clarity
Answer: Black with iron oxide staining
Answer: Inclusions may still be visible
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In this tin containing fire
is a natural object knocked against
the young echo of a whistle heard
before the end of attachment
—is a new meadow in two parts braided
with a clasp and sacred flutter
of six pages dimembráto
—is a one-legged journey across
the anchor-ice of a century twisted
into a stream of armor
—is a wax cake of fretted nettles gleaned
from Van Gogh’s fallow management
of poplars straight and twined
—is a house of serpents wreathed
one neck into another chained
to the form of a pear tree
—is an imperial foil cap crumpled by a few tinkling promises
—is a one-lung diesel engine pushing a few carcasses
—are a few silken sheets overgrown with southeast breezes
—are a few wooden answers cut from twice-a-day letters
—is a brief variation on a strain woven
to shreds of costly insolence
cast from a kitchen spoon
—are worn shells resounding
with noises beaten by bowed
pipes clutched in brassy
fear and wonder pointed
towards an evening falling
apart in dry husks wrenched
all to flinders cut from thin
stiff paper and wands coated
with clean brown memories
fresh-lighted under lavish
skylines of ungrounded sleep
laid between roped diamonds
straw-packed in contours
of joy crumbled into this
tin containing fire.
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The bridge, a horizon elsewhere
—green strain tensor,
infinitesimal strain
tensor, lateral strain—
spans and rolls and aggregates
alchemy with nonlinear obsessions
built into a strong-willed scaffold
of flying giants and runaway sentinels
shaped by the din and strut of siege.
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You have no future
that is not unknown
and when it arrives
becoming known
it may pop, zoom
or float by.
To prepare for
its arrival
all you
need do
is practice laughing
in delight.
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A woman named Melissa
called
she said
squinting
with a thick leaden glare.
Her sulky lisp
carried a whiff
of damp black earth.
She turned away
and hunched
her shoulders
in a sullen heap
against him.
He thought
of small cadavers—
old crows or perhaps young rabbits—
soaked under a pile of leaves
and branches
spoiled by the thaw.
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