Category: poetics

wikipedia poem, no. 12

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it 
       was contemplating the animals 
when invention with a grand 
sleeve fell to where 
the same cat came to the 
       the cat—slow moving 
    a 
         moment—really 
    guards rolled contortion with a tub.

The inside felt 
  freakishly positionary.
       
No tick marks away. Filed away, I 
was 
       that 
     I was looking, or nodding, service’s couldn’t misuse cable 
the powerful steps, each 
times that it 
felt freakishly positive.
behaviors put oddly in unison
and for ages into a large noisy chute made a narrow cubicle 
something 
of the rhythm, 
     or anything, or 
  any rate, 
          the crowded
oppositively 
positively 
  polite facing and adding there 
     were

somewhere

for Adam

>Still Life 1,2, 4-6

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Still Life #1
Negation: The light smashing
through dual panes beside
the three of us
long drags of colored paint
in low voices, a cousin’s politics
and in contrast, plucking syncopation
of a piano black.
Still Life #2
Alive in the air
a palm, too many fingers
the cold center hidden in the grey bricks
row after row 
used cars and how easily the extremities 
appear choreographed
Collaborators at the cliff’s image
you wait, he arrives, you come inside
he talks, you return to the street.
Still Life #4
Privilege denies your walking 
any sort of danger: The long-necked,
coddled retard, and her coddling progenitor 
nearly dead with age and dye hesitating 
to cross into the trafficless thoroughfare
You park in the fire lane, four feet from the door
admonishing your safety, obvious
you are not a retread gumming your parents mistakes
riding your fearlessness. 
Still Life #5
This is a place of commerce and your voice
does not fit amongst the vacuumed rugs,
the soft tailored chairs. Could be cancer
but Plotted Justice whispers, “Look for sand.”
Still Life #6 
The things you look & stuff you eat
twirling the cup, you’ve given up 
straightening your posture.
You have never seen this as a metaphor
although you understand it’s basic conceit 
eating Mexican peanuts from a Ziploc 
hidden in your purse.