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there was so much moreThat one elm stood there; I must have seen it for ten seconds. (The train hissed by indifferently.) It unfolded with the angles of an Incan petroglyph— stamped out of the air— and permitted, somehow, the warehouse -factory-chemical storage around it, rusting along in earnest brown and gray. People and buildings nearby could only pretend to be a block; they were drifting from the tree, radiating in spite of themselves.there was so much more
by ~terov
by ~terov
The Difference Between a GateBlack vinework, oiled soundless, frames the scene lingering as steam so that hard-knuckled hands clasp bars, eyelids wide to drink in the dirt drive and dusty orchids through glass licked thin to air. Iron strands partition the light, growing into the last immediate thing.The Difference Between a Gate
I've watched a hundred classic motors pass, roaring, raising brown clouds like curtains dragged into the view of a consummating bedroom. I've stopped on evening walks, listening for slices of raised voice and idling mustang to slide, as they will, through the tantalizing b
by ~terov
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Pome Clinging to the WallPome Clinging to the Bedroom WallPome Clinging to the Wall
The text ure of your
skin was no thing like I
thought
some thing less than
scars, some thing more than
words
the frag ile frag ment ed dance (the broke en steps) of an in jured ball erina
The text ure of
her freck les an in coherent babble of
braille
an inter stellar map of an un known galaxy of an un imagine d plan et or the infinit isimal re mains of an a
by ~epimetheus
AgatesAgatesAgates
Useless. There is nothing to be done with them but the finding:
dropped to one knee
to sift the shore for an aging gospel of stone,
its dry bristle of roots
etching the first words of the world to the back of a grandfather's hand.
Moss soothes that skin as we up-end the boulders in search
of an agate, an arrowhead,
keys to the mystery, bones of a fish washed to the shore, that lapse
when the sweat clears the sight and we raise one tiger’s eye
up to our own.
It has wait
by ~partikl
They'll Be Back In SummerThe boats pull in Pull out Like clockwork By months Every year breaks open On the edge of the seasonal bowl Its fiery orange yolk DawningThey'll Be Back In Summer
Giving the extras their cue The camera reels Behind my eyelids Record this summer at-home vacation The aural thump
Of their midnight parties Permeating the walls Of concrete
And bone alike Until the role of ambient silence Is recast Till fall
by ~MadFunk
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