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She is dragged from her car and revitalized.
She takes her place on the assembly line.
It’s OK.
She will sleep on the drive home.
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A set list.
Because I’m a Martyr (get it?)
You were always a better fan than lover. That’s harsh to say and possibly untrue. Probably unfair. But I can’t revise it. So I’ll havta let it stand.
Only problem is where I havta go to let it stand.
My feet slip in the mud and I bang my head on a brick and a torrent of water rushes the blood away.
Straining on tippy toe gulping water and balancing that pole balancing that pole balance that pole.
Dagnabbit
That last poem was supposed to be the first one of the night, not the last one, and certainly not the only one, but it came to me fully formed and perfect, and it overwhelmed me.
I stepped into the moonlight sipping coffee
and clank the capstan slides under
the pinch roller sucking in tape
while the playhead snapped into place
tape tugging behind pressure pads.
The meters pegged out momentarily
as he turned out of me
faced the wall and sold it
perfect whole and true.
His voice catching and hitching
like it meant something
and he got the perfect sneer in the last line.
A poem exploded somewhere and I was standing in the path of the blast wave.
I had to shut myself up and be like what was that. And he repeated the performance, spot on, same tears same sneer. And again I insisted.
It was done. I couldn’t deny that. It was handed to me having been harvested, packed and express-delivered from some infernal co-op.
The insert read that it came into your world having been forged, over countless time, in the heart of a far off pyre, seasoned with and prepared by time.
Like I Was A People
What am I doing walking around like this
Like I could cope
What made me think that
Like I wasn’t walking around big chunk missing
Nothing to fill it with but despair
And what happens when I run out
What am I doing walking around like this
Like I was a people.
The Observable Universe a work in progress
“Imagine a bubble!” he shouts at the audience.
“Imagine I’m surrounded by a bubble
whisper thin and darkness beyond”
He shouts at the void
“My observable universe extends for two feet in all directions
it is populated with me of course and memories of you”
“My observable universe is fueled by love
and ceases up like everything else
in the heat death
a pristine perfect shuttle frozen in position
which, once dislodged, will weave love into the universal constants themselves
which once again will be woven from and through itself”
he shouts at the sublime fabric