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i count many things twice when i type i count (how quickly) you say how? you say one two go (i say how many) we race!
February 2012
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Hypotenuse
i saw you first. i saw water boil first. before it spilled on my arm. i saw you second, too. before bubbles at night make oceans after two. before i turned my arm in a triangle, hand on brow and stared across to guard against something small. i see best when i turn my arm at a right angle. your head sneaks in. (i lay so close against it) i salute. since love is its strongest point...
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the background on my phone is still a picture of red leaves you sent that looks pretty. i’m sure you thought of me when you took it. did you just think of something pretty? when i see red leaves, my ears ring. i shake the phone and look at it. we walked in the rain from omsi. it was about anthropology. brenda drove me home. i know she finds moss and mushrooms on mondays. red leaves are...
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aubrie picked me up at a bar. she was the first one to do this and she may have been the sweetest by far. she said i taught her why people have casual sex. i call her in tuscon. she’s well, i guess. i call her in tuscon to teach a better kind of sex. she shakes her red head and says portland is too cold. she says no every summer. i can’t live in arizona.
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in high school i took chances but we never had sex. but i wanted to. when they tried to impeach me from student council you stood up for me. years later i slept on sarah’s couch after that new years when i confessed i wanted to kiss. still, we part ways but i look east and wave. missing for me, is you, for you, it’s me
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i forgot your name. you had your period but sneaked me into the dorm at hampshire in amherst. there was a pot rally, halloween. we fucked anyway. you wrote me a letter but it was too late, i lived on lancaster. it was too late and i’d forgotten your name three times already. you wrote “you’re right. it doesn’t have to end this way.” in an envelope on paper.
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i walked with nyssa on the coast holding hands and slept on the bluffs at wellfleet where my parents met. mom was a dancer dad was a folk singer. what were we once sharing a sleeping bag on the beach and cops came but didn’t see us? barbi said we’re cheaters but we disagree some.
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never read that which you wish you had written, never bite that by which you wish to be bitten
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“Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast,
Yet love breaks through, and picks...”
– Wm. Shakespeare, Venus and Adonis
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Doves Are Fly
miss, high-fiving kids in north philly eschew what you see and say to dress just like this. miss? ever since dressing up and eye shadow gold and being fly, since the pyramids there have been kids in kiev in tight white jeans, black markets in cities ever since kush the sneakers shook off your feet became birds stuck, hung on telephone wires on fire. we’re mixed now. miss. we high five. we...
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Hunny Tastes Better
we enter the adirondack bestiary both the animal and the elemental and taste everything that ate before: robins and wrens (which lays eggs the faster) what eats them is hawks and snakes (which when small eat each other) geese and swans (whose neck to the fist is the thinner) what eats them is pikes and pickerel (which fish is the silenter, toothier) chipmunks and squirrels (neither of which holds...
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Sisyphean (Pick-Up Sticks)
i am a busy man. i knock over sticks and pick them up again and again i pretend i didn’t then pretend i can’t i play pick-up sticks all day wake up and knock them down again then again i’m a busy man.
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Suns
day is here. but where? the suns they’ve burst and rains came down. they hid them, clouds, the skies came out so suns played planes past skies of grey. now night is here. the suns came down, the suns they cried and hid somewhere. the moon is out. it never frowns. it disappears sometimes but i’m sure it’s there. it makes one million shapes even new the spot is blank so we stare at...
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Stone Clothes
we find this thing, tranquility, in lying down and can’t be found, as hard to see as statues in the square eyes forever open at three a.m. held upright by their stone clothes. asleep we can’t be seen or be sound. we find this thing in warm sheets, tranquility, held down with sheets like stone clothes
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egrets or green herons
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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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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...