February 2012
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i stopped driving two years ago. i killed once. a deer. i can’t count how many i’ve never killed
(watching drive for the first time. wow.)
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Say
tell me one thing you don’t have to. don’t say do you know how this works? maybe it’s no use. anything i know say one thing to me something i won’t know tell me one thing you don’t have to say
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The Little Shed And The Stairs
I used to sit by the broken fence in my parent’s backyard at dawn. I loved lying on the grass and falling asleep there. There were little mushroom thingys around the logs beside the little shed and the stairs. I used to nap by your favorite fence when my parents were asleep at dusk. I loved being buried in the sand by the sleeping bag. We woke before the clams behind the tide and let them...
alexkwisner:
“Dark Side” by AKW
today is a...
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Right Kind Of Cross
hesitate. i play spin the ball. i spit with it palms. it’s a trick i tell, a cross across movements. relax. tell me. while we play near where you come from. where you were. where thrown from. the ball touches ground and makes a cross halfway up a bounce beneath your knees. you lean left and believe. i’m thin, i’m light, you leaned, i’m god and gone. i crossed you over, remember?...
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New York Poem
New York. where i am from we had fences of stone left by glaciers. just a slice of lakes. the glove factory left. the canning town ceased to exist. before that the canal, suffragettes. we made salt, snow and Indians. the New York i know is rhubarb and the science of reisling, wild strawberries, beer, and seasons. i’m as close to marines on the reservation as anything. or oz. written there....
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A Drop Of Rain Or Two Or Three
lincolnneal:
when it’s dry and you’re too long outside lips deeply believe if they are more blue than red it must be cold (and then so are we) streets glow with lanterns when fog thinks it’s a cloud when it’s dark in my green eyes fog deeply believes it can make a drop of rain or two or three
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Rabbits' Feet
lincolnneal:
i light 3 cigarettes with 1 match when married in may at dinner i cross 2 knives and throw salt at the devil’s face i wear dark clothing inside out at night and hang horseshoes every day i open umbrellas indoors under ladders and break mirrors with my face
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Or So They Say
pure affection isn’t possible to teach. it’s barely possible to say. no one does. pure science isn’t possible to teach. several try. while as much as touch is anything, everything else if you do it enough can be copied though slightly off; it can be traced, defaced on paper, holes punched in the page like a face which never hesitates to explain it’s taught this way this is...
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my feet never go fast but they seem so when walking past lights (tripping on sidewalk lines) beside friends leaving dinner mouths filled with feathers and laughing slowly. it is they who are hungry later. my eyes are big as moth’s shadows by the porch light and the night grows young slowly faster and faster
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a home should be two houses honestly with two hallways connected to a room with a medium bed and large hot salt pool
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“I don’t love the idea of love, as do some. I like love. I like love...”
– me
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Sweeping
lincolnneal:
we have cricks and mist and wolves with sweaters because they’re cold and they round five times matting their bed and close their teeth. we have sheets and skin and we take all day until we put our sweaters away and sweep. nothing against brooms, we make up dreams about wolves running in cricks. we spin five times sigh and forget sweeping. we sleep in dust and everything.
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The Color Red Is Mine
i’ve blushed a lot. the color red is mine but i can shyly share it. i’ve painted kitchens crimson when no one said to. i specifically picked red to wear at a drive- through in vegas and was married and there are print photographs time-stamped with red-eye. i had nose bleeds as a kid. red was everywhere. i had a large nose so everyone looked but no one mentioned the dried bricks of red...
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I Give The Title Away
so, after a long few weeks shrouded mainly in death, work and travels home (or, i should say, a place i happily no longer call home) i finally met my sister’s daughter, gloria. i have a small family. my sister is the first of our generation to have a child. she was great. one of those babies that likes to smile but has serious eyes and congenital intelligence. and we had fun, indeed, walking...
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Camelopardalis
they fall six feet when born therefor they hate with hooves and kick. at twenty hands (shoulder height) we must forgive they love and fight with necks as they’re thick as men with light heads and spiked tongues. there are stars named for them
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Wind Vane
who has two lungs? those who make weathercocks. where else does air go but over rooftops or from lips to ears to head to chest? to the legs the arms and the guts, for one. lungs have to replace the bubbles in the brain with air from the spleen, the pancreas with the river of froth run over the banks of the liver— sometimes bubbles burst veins like wind through two holes in a leaf. leaves...
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waking with those light specks of dust swirls, marks on or in your eyes, dreams’ left over parts, you attempt to see them. they move quick as thought then glide out of sight, bite the nerve, record what you see; ideas hide until dreams seek eyes
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hungry wild cats can turn into kittens. they jump when fresh coffee is made roasted within 3 days, pulling glass lids of pots over the edge making kittens back to cats again. i catch glass lids with my hip, fresh cats with coffee
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5 Birds
outside we had five birds. by we i mean them. two groups. by them i mean the groups were good. but there were more than one group of two or three. the first two had black feathers which contrasted nicely the early sky in any home on a telephone line. four yellow feet and fifteen black tail feathers opened as they cleaned as best they could with beaks and ate each others’ bugs and kissed the...
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Lemonade Ice Cream
with cows i get milk which i do not drink unless poor and need protein and vitamin D. with lemons i get fruit which i do not eat unless poor and need a drink or vitamin C. when rich i eat lemonade ice cream.
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Wasted Air, Rows Of Wire, Wasted Arrows
back long, long ago in the time of tens kids sang the same they sang strange and couldn’t shoot straight into sticks though gifted with toys of bows, tied with twine made from the illest wolf spider silk they sang, wrapped in garter snake skin with arrow tips dipped in silkweed milk shot at the moon in impossible rainbows through the air, rows of black wire ripped their fletching against...
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Aye, Galina
aye, galina you poke a pool and we get glitter. a black and white picture turns to stars with the aperture open for hours typed in meter, rhythm where whatelse in the world whirls and you stay still as sticks in pictures, glitter radiates like diced slivers of silver heard near the ear, thumps, sparks of beats of heart, aye, for whatelse, galina
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Raised Bathed In Sinks
very little can keep me up like dripping. i believe i can breathe water, the sound of water falling from the faucet. because i believe in water i tried to sleep beneath the sink. the cabinet doors jiggled and i knocked upon the wall, the pipes the rush of water echoed far away beneath. when we both can’t sleep, this topic comes up. i believe i can breathe in water. so do you. you tried to...
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sparrows make wonderful thumbs and fingers my wing is a hand, full of them
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Luckies
You smoke like a nail in a board, Leaned against the wall, Concrete stained green, nail cherry red, Displaying thinness as wood does dry, Beside the changing lights, Until the lucky strikes are gone.
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To Act A Kite
to act a kite it’s the safest way to glide through time tied to the ground. they have no eyes they can’t see and make crosses every time the air lifts up their gown.
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healers are often best at hunting. the inverse, i will tell: hunters will never find themselves, sick healers never well
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Between The Lake And Sea
you missed more than me along the lake (you blinked) aside from disappearing amid the mist (but did you see? the heart i drew?) in cattails, the window of your whip, in steam self-made (yet we appeared in fog relieved, revealed) all along, along the sea we walked and missed (no blur of tugging, lapping, breathing waves) the greys in part, the colors hearts may never need (drawn upon the windows of...
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Barely Ampersand
slutty hearts can’t tell the difference between (and) slutty hearts say whatever they can regarding (and) slutty hearts don’t know the difference between and (&) slutty hearts are barely ampersand
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shins get cut, never sliced, no shin is ever cut with a knife. they rub (and the skin is thin there) against the bed frame and leave specks on sheets
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Two Parts
brains are hearts with less important parts, more than that what ardently defends love beats not in the chest but in the head of him a lonely stage, or truer a dearth of parts to play
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Tangled Light Unties
i can switch hands. nothing else. i close the other eye and see other bands of light sometimes. it all looks the same but fundamentally changes. my head flows up and down. rain falls left to right. i stare separately at static hands with each eye. the tangled light unties
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“Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that...”
– Wm. Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 5, Sc. 1
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Partial To Their Perfect Parts
lincolnneal:
(why who) draws points with infinite stars (i wonder since i’m partial to their perfect parts)
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giant raccoons or opossum walk past me when i write outside. it seems awkward at first. we just kind of nod at each other. then it’s okay.
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Mount Titus
we watch the storm at eye level swoop from the east. there is a cave at our feet and clouds wait as long as they might until empty. we break for the ridge like model planes and dance in loops by the cliff with wet wings
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honeysuckle on the fence and lilacs purple white and lavender tastes best when split with bees
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Notes Played Once (Reminders)
a red coat, dark jeans, yellow boots. you hear them even when they stop. see them when they’re gone. i breathe when they sing, it stings when they leave. you see? they don’t exist. bits of clothes are notes played once. once as a gift. once as a trick. once when you forget.
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Bare Your Fangs
show your teeth. turn over the stump or rock next to the porch beneath the ferns beside the raspberries. show your fangs. there’s centipedes potato bugs a salamander with a black belly a red back. they scatter. they hide their eyes. earthworms squirm and eat the dirt they choke to change. leave the light. go away. earthworms leave their guts outside in the rain and dry into shapes and stay...
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the moon. it is.
the world wouldn’t be without it.
the moon it is. the world
isn’t it
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Chaconne
i’m thin (dry) as crickets on land i move too slow if at all and sing while air carries sparks of fire. in water (i’m wet) i move too fast if at all and sing, so thin as legs like violin necks i test the stream and breathe deep the cricket- song (and sink)
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Pythagorean Triples
what dragons do is no bother of mine, when they sleep they’re veins turned to sticks, someone plays scales til they turn back to vines, we count time in twelves, they mark time in nines, what dragons do is no bother of mine, when they sleep i poke their scales with sticks, i’ve only done this right fifteen times, between you and i
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Last Hand
my last hand cannot wave. when i’m here it don’t speak & adopts a stance which suggests it can’t. i say more this way. i wear my right hand on my head & sit on my hat. my left hand waves. my last hand, it is my face.
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Loyalty (Little green Hearts)
it means being it means being stripped. & clothed eyes don’t know shit of souls or crows or skeletons and scary things you write about wearing. saying & making you look at green hearts & yet ask