Month: March 2007
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Wandering around town
Navigating the grounds, I am advising layouts with shotguns, searching between buildings on fire & the sky filled with thousands of floating lights, cleaning up after something muted & illiterate while looking for a safe place to step. I send up balloons with red-dotted messages, making giant light sculptures that disappear from sight even after…
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The Neverending Shredding Project
Happens even on days when it is sunny, peeling away from what is evenly distributed & what is not. There are drawers which hold folders that mostly hang in darkness. In exchange for depressed teeth make me a plea long enough for this to develop. In any event, there are more piles to pull from…
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After the laughable entrance of spring,
the snow naturally returns & settles in sweeps around; the pencil of another poet still one draft short, unable to discern how clear it all is while sitting empty housed & empty nighted, rescindingrecent offerings before they become unanswered & fearful that it will never stop snowing long enough to see more than just the…
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Union Square
Attended, or alonethe high risescan anticipate shiftsin abated structures & altering foundations:the cautious wayyour fingers knotaround each otherbefore risk levels—
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In place of happiness,
little drops accumulate, considering what is severed& fished from what has been splintered. Bottled palindromes poled to heating lamps, buckled fast to glances & electricity. Hierarchies sweatered & softened as time continues, though my understanding of it differs, or is sensible & nervous& therefore microscopic next to your motions. A liar sits inside scratching at…
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Correspondence: 3
To Whom It May Concern: The house was still again last night. Today everyone is sleeping & having dreams about birds flying in pairs. I am breaking deposits with an open glance, with fisted hands & chapped skin. Absently yours, Sensible Architect Dear Sensible Architect, That which is closed no longer gives but also doesn’t…
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Midnight Meditation
There is nothing left to lift, having looked in elevator shafts & other places where darkness is found. Against the same negation I nestle, neck-long, undeveloping what you are trying to create, the grey & emboldened etchings found around the edges of your figure, shying & hiding from that which we know to be day.…
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The Blueprint
“Details are melancholy. The plan is seemly and noble.” The moments of closed doors, the eschewed cement of street corners stepped over & over by passing feet, a hand hailing something that will never stop—flawed in the face of the force we extend in one collective breath.
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The Moon
I imagine people jumping up & down on the edge,looking for mountains & then wonder what would happen if someone thumbed out the circumference of the earth completely & if we would be cold in its passing, being something which is shadowed & suggests that what one cannot see has a surface similar to what…
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Baby I’m Nauseous Again
Let’s get out of this country,away from the ambits of pride& psychology to that of skin.Having curled my last tailof resignation, it is disquieting to know you are there in the darknesstelling stories about giants & searching subway tunnels for sound while I hold the phone like a secret in the middle of the night,…
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 