Month: September 2007
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Travel
The roadways finesse our tongues bashfully; through shagged over-growth & reasoned slopes its roping waves with white arms & awaits attention. There are markings along the way. A sense of sabotage leaks & travels from ravine to ravine, running carefully. Casualty, tree trunks & trash ironed flat by chance. It is true the day ends…
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A List Against Loss
A brace of proud objects: automatic gestures, impeding grey scales,a step in the wrong direction Now just reclining chairs & aluminum cans. Now deliberation. Without pronouns everything is the same. Readying disrepair in weighted boots,inching forward, forward.
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The Smallest Pond
The fledging land lines of uniformity strike again amongst a complex anatomy of fans & belts & restitutive awnings, whose sole purpose is borrowed & flanked so that the sky can pitch rain like falling nickels, all the while disregarding forewarned expectation & meeting in this circular place where what is forced is either straightened…
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In hearing motors
turning: the break resisted small light in the shadow, duplication what conversation mouths having made similar shapes before knowingly placed lamps arms reach adjacent to pilgrimage, the bigger implication lost the window open the feet of people I will never know in practice the turning eats it grows, it doesn’t know how to stop
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At the toes of giants
long round faces the day large& accepting below stairsbehind doorsbrushed hair —moving away the settling foundationbeneath the frame doors open & close& never onceis anyone suspicious
No Help for That | Jackie Clark 