November 2011
63 posts
off to boston.
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Songs Give Muscle A Mask
often nights we
paint like
sky refracting
horizons of light drops
of water and dust
and sing with
mouths pushed soft
into the ground
and who sees?
no one looks up
eyes are on
shaking feet
barely listening and
walking round
since songs give
muscle a mask
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has anyone
seen this mess?
theres broken chard
in these leaves of glass
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At Once
once
i touch
a
face and
feel
like i’m
touching
mine
/
when we
like
to
we lick
and
twice
we both
do at
once
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Whenever
the first
thing i think
is i’m scared
to fly, i’m scared
of planes the
last thing i
think of is this
a word with
no face which
pronounces itself so
clearly when i’m
flying in
planes
long before
long before
during
and after
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Celeste Part Two
sight is very important at night
by the water because waves
take up all of the sound
celeste walked carefully and
was especially observant of things
that washed up and glowed
norman, the cat, pretended to be more
brave than he thought he could
and when celeste knelt his ears pricked
and swiveled and then he stepped in
her footprints while listening for clams
sniffing once, just once, at...
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Celeste
lincolnneal:
the disappearance of
light was not discouraging to the family in
the lighthouse. celeste could
see quite clearly the rocks in
the sea looked like men
carrying dangerous things and
worried only over the hem of
the dress she made, her first and
norman, the cat, wasn’t afraid of
birds, dark, or crashing waves.
so at night they went to the shore
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Tag
when buildings are tagged and the
tags are painted over and
they ran out of
paint and it doesn’t
quite match
aujourd’hui
c’est la
meme that’s my favorite
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a little grey voice
and open windows show
that shutters are
bored and chew on wind.
best to
assign no sound to these
planks. it trembles and
asks all mornings
what are those things, pointing
while birds make tremelo
shutters creak
and slap the walls and wonder:
the window? what side is it on?
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Little Hinge
objects with small hinges
in the room were completely
quiet, unwound for many years and dusty
but when shook
could properly play woodie
guthrie
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counting pincers we had none
no teeth in the town… but we worked. we worked those
pincers to the bone to make teeth
and we certainly had knives to make the
teeth so that is how we ate the
gourds in 1970s pictures
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volksmenner:
Pressures of the day to day;
daily grind,
Compressed into a diamond life.
Forever furbished without flaw,
Weighted with weighty words.
Moon in full faceted eyes,
Bereft the touch of full moonlight.
Monday lacks not for hardness,
Sunday, something like kindness.
Some smiles betray tragedy,
Counterpoint to missing the point.
Put on appearances, all,
Yet, Mother,...
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Little Camp By The River
lincolnneal:
by the seneca of
course after the
floods i believe
years ago i may
have been high
though it doesn’t
matter i watched from a tree
or they would have run
dancing and wrestling
around a small purring fire
banging tuna fish
cans and fiddling
carp fish bones by
tents made of lost
cat posters with
tassels of phone
numbers
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Outside And On Ceilings
burst of light
your shadows are as deceptively
quick against
hands as
you while in shadows they
snap like whips and have such speed
as little wings who
hold still and never stop as fast as they can.
while one moves between i and
each light we feel like we switch eyes;
when the object is gone more shadows are made.
we achieve depth and
perceive where shadows meet somewhere
past where...
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As Long Tall Corn
when you walk far enough
enough times you realize
the wet here isn’t as cold
as you think and your
shoes aren’t as wet as they used to be. you are my sunshine
was in my head for 60
blocks and you stopped
and let me walk by
i wasn’t smiling
at you and
soon i was
completely
dry beneath a porch by fire like long tall corn
smiling i caught your eye
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the street looks like
the little cars threw
up bits of half
chewed leaves and pools grow
by the curbs around
brown mushy dams
where i splash before
i’ll chew on
all these
little naked
trees
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Celeste
the disappearance of
light was not discouraging to the family in
the lighthouse. celeste could
see quite clearly the rocks in
the sea looked like men
carrying dangerous things and
worried only over the hem of
the dress she made, her first and
norman, the cat, wasn’t afraid of
birds, dark, or crashing waves.
so at night they went to the shore
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Most Love Poems Fail All Colors
the writing
my spirals
all spirits
of color my
buttermilk hill who
could blame
my shouts
on colorhill hollers
every brush could turn a sword
and colors gone for a
soldier all rainbows
collect writing
on roygbivhill
who could blame me
paint my fill, gone
the song and gone the dove pallettes march
and most love poems fail all colors
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i posted a really crappy poem last night in the heat of the moment called Roygbiv. i apologize for that. i’m not going to take it down since it already… is. but i rewrote it and re-titled it. it isn’t great but i hope it’s better. i’ll post it in a sec.
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Roygbiv
the rainbow
my roygbiv
all shouts on
buttermilk hill who
will blame
my colors all
shouts on buttermilk hill
every tear could turn a mill
colors gone for a soldier
all shouts on buttermilk hill
who could blame me
cry my fill, oh
they want more than
gone the rainbow
gone the colors
out of all marts
it’s k-mart and candy bars,
no matter how smart
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Jar Of Air
little sky your jar is vast i’ve noticed before
but it is so weird to be watched when clouds
are lashes the moon is an eye and the subtle
shhhhhhush of wind when the plum tree catches
sounds like crinkling paper on fire, one eye
here, both eyes out there and the winds say
ssssssssss but i’ve noticed before no fluttering
snakes in this jar of air
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Americano
lincolnneal:
i walk when
rain gets in my
coffee i
slow and stop
until the spots
connect and my
jeans are dark
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Reason
sometimes it is easy and no one knows why the tents are all bright with plenty of wood and plenty of fires. sometimes it is easy to dance no one knows why the same reason holds plenty of wood, plenty of fires we leave out dancing and fighting to be reason and we snooze like chimes by the fire and no ...
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guts outside, roots
reversed, halfspun parts
of wooden horn above
the fence by the mossy
birdhouse and gusts
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Brand New Pink Bones
no one knows how to
take things off. i don’t.
i wanted to bury my
clothes and let the moon
reflect its light off my
white skin as it unzips
and my brand
new pink bones
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Sky & Lake
lincolnneal:
your new bike
sounds like an
old fishing reel
at night close
your eyes and
ride and you will
float between the
sky and lake
*that’s it for the night :) i hope you enjoyed. out with birdswrds in old portland town tonight. back on later. most likely tipsy and ready to read
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Eagles And Kids
hits,
kicks,
spits,
bites, pictures you never see of
eagles or
kids, or
either eating
dead fish. i
am one
both i swim
til my belly floats
up at the sun but only eagles
and
kids
ever
notice
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Boy's Names
sit and discuss your
men, your russels and
ryans and you’re not
talking about them
you talk about you and
tilt your head to make
sure i’m listening to how
much your brandons and
brians lust for you. it doesn’t
work. you’re not exactly
lonely but something worse
and i can tell by the truth it must hurt
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Recipe Books
all these books
are easy to fill
with recipes for
sexing cutting or
other things slightly
less nightly for some
pencils make a burn, just
one page one note a
deep body uninterred one
engulfed page of one note of one
baffling recipe for how to make words
*in blowing up dash mode before going out. apologies for the prior 3 and the future 4 poems in the pike
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Cease And Merge
trapezoid
triangle a
solitary line i am not bred
for shapes nor cameras nor
infrared it depends on the time
of day and the angle
ultraviolet is my style of
spectrum with its cold
invisible burn and faces every shape
can make since sideways a smile,
sideways a frown and lights and
shapes to learn that somewhere
lines and lights cease and merge
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Robbin's Vest
i wear
a
vest
of
robbins’
nests, some
other
seasons
it is
my
best
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Clear These Lawns
all it falls like
dying bats no use
for sound or
parameters or
modifiers like
walls or bugs and
tweets and squeaks
we can’t hear but
that’s ok since we
can see them lying
on the ground equals
this derivative
we’ll need shovels to
clear these lawns
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Bending Spoons
fuzzy lil
moon, your
intentions are
pregnant. i
walk as though not
with you
i walk with the weight of space and
make room
it’s true i walk
with you in my brain
bending spoons
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Sight And Seeing
there’s nothing wrong with my eyes
one sees shape and one
sees color, one sees near and
one sees far and both can see
things that aren’t there at all
i saw i was cold so i
lit a little fire and the
whole forest burned. i could see
i was warm, i could see i was sorry
and soon i saw myself perfectly
cold and sooty
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Ink Gets On Your Hands
it is blindness.
in the seine.
the willamette.
any river but
while on land
from sunfish to
whales they can’t see
how one walks. squid
think it’s grand. not
seeing is their power and clicking
beaks mimic claws of crabs.
false elephants and
cats do flips in the sand while
fins beg like drips
and clap when ink gets on your hands
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Shaking
make sure you can walk after picking up what you want
hands shake when holding light things arms
shake feel like they’ll give out and
occasionally do when holding heavy
things hands shake holding nothing
make sure to not have trembling legs
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Some Things Are Better Not Said Instead Made
every four years
add one day. this
corrects a mistake.
it is the same for time
or things always stated.
some things are better not
said instead made. all that is sworn
can be said in one day that
four years cannot recreate but
falls out of mouths as air meant to be
breathed and said again without meaning
while if made it adds four years to a day
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excess of yarn and
dearth of warmth well
we’ll unspool the skein
with bobbin, purl,
t-pin and needles the
world has many cold things
which ought to be warm
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Arrowhead Classical Moth Test Theory In Five...
moss to us is felt
the mushrooms and damsel flies but
the cucurbits in the key meadows make
are peanut butter and of wings believe the life of
jelly sandwiches that buzz desert wiles every moment once
while we laugh unlike moths when the beasts must end
like little...
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Idio And Ordo
Just Yesterday
We Replicate
Fence Like Cradles
All Birds Sleep At Night Or Else
Parallelograms Like Lattices
(or maybe you didn’t)
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Red Leaves Wave Goodbye
the red leaves wave
at me and i’ve been made
a picture
vibrating red
leaves wait for me to
say goodbye
i’m still
as a rabbit unblinking
red leaves wave but they
can’t see me standing still
and shaking
drying out my open eyes
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Idio & Ordo
for us
it is
idio or
it is
ordo
for both, all,
and me
are an
ordo
made of
every
idio
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Just Yesterday
i know where what to often
say though the timings wrong. i’m not
there. it is much too late. i
should have stayed. i should
have came. i’m not here. it’s
all waylaid i know where just
whats been
misplaced. just
never now. just yesterday
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We Replicate
statues cannot have children but pose all day
as though they were one time
a stone worth saving. watch them work. watch them
wait. that’s all they do in all their shapes.
watch us zip and stop, eating lunch, kissing
friends where pigeons strut with paint on
rocks fools dedicate as we
windmills grind our grotesque
grains statues stare like we
once were. perfect. stone. silent. pure...
