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92 comments:
An entire month compressed
a poetic movement
not disappearing, but
becoming complete
emptiness so that
an explosion can occur.
i believe it could be some form of
saving.
That seems too cliché. Are you going to call a month off
a tea kettle or images in a poetic bank collecting interest?
No, just saving others from bad poetry
avoiding the month of leaves falling,
already a feeling Chris falls back on
way too much
It’s comfort.
Not for anyone else reading.
Maybe it's pulling your
car over on the way home,
or rather when visiting home,
after dropping your love off,
rainy roads reflecting,
mirroring the drive
in blurry memory
stealing that time
pulled over,
where cars passing are amplified
by water,
to write.
A windshield wiper movement,
a clarity between lines.
A function of recording
before memory loss; a taking of
notes in small capital letters
about hockey cards
& Eric Clapton set lists.
Honey bunches of oats cereal every morning
with tea.
Trying to read books on bees.
Trying too hard, a balloon head.
When writing becomes less word working
& more composition in space
Can you reshape a page?
the lines in a face
how your father smiles
enjoys romantic comedy
& the office
fear of not getting a poem
(memory) right
a failing |falling| in formatting?
planning takes over
not following through
or work getting in the way
loss of self-editing abilities
an absorption of book candy
to get the mind
a sugar high
away from the
picking & packing of the warehouse
useful,
common everyday imagery
tire tracks folding frosted grass
Where is the line between
journal entry & poem?
a coffee machine grinding
catching mice
daily.
A blinding of spoken word
peanut butter smells like death
devoted mid-western children building a society
based on worship, producing ethanol, & corn
I would say misguided,
& they mostly just took over
not planting anything but
misinterpreted words
woven in-between the rows
a reference from the radio
selling soul to temp service,
again
route 476
he sees his shadow & stays indoors
or scribbles or seeds or sentiment
becoming a Facebook
stalker type
i heard it on NPR
is this workable
at a poetry reading?
there is some type of misplaced
energy in the whole construction
fervent believing children,
agriculture, terrible animation,
layers that distract
but without coffee,
no.
you have to write the parts
that don’t fit
to find what (maybe) works.
So you suggest building
shitty structures
in hopes that one won’t collapse?
that’s the beauty of this whole experiment
a trick, a gimmick
structure, “form gathering force”
when looking for a poem (meaning)
& all you find is “loopy language.”
a sincere pumpkin patch
a sub-prime writing scandal
a collection, a kit, a set of reflective
& self referential texts
who tries to be a poet these days?
It’s much like a football,
pulled away at the last moment
a silence, a fall
we carved pumpkins
left on the deck
one day later
a groundhog snack
travel from point A to B by way of interjection
sometimes the GPS is just wrong
more likely borders, experiments,
an openness to hear degrees of truthiness
are closed.
not without strong reading habits, scrutiny,
and proper government documentation
because you listed poet on your passport
are you more likely
to be detained at the border
or
more likely to word your way out of it?
bi-weekly crossing between states requires no such
documentation
still, you won’t be allowed into New Jersey
if carrying the works of
Amri Baraka
(where legislators hold him)
what would Jesus do?
find a pumpkin patch
walk in circles to pick the proper parts
starters | alternators
writing poetry between the order lines
how good at your job
should you be
for $9 an hour?
a hiding space
stealing minutes
a passage of time
is a
retracing of steps,
jamais vu
the strangeness of returning
to places you never left
New Jersey (NJ)
Pennsylvania (PA)
Rhode Island (RI)
book swapping across borders
freelancing retirement
The content is not
important, it's the process
but how much of that process can really
be reflected
in a three line poem?
the line about content
was culled from an argument
with Doc
(to prove a point about Cherylin
not being a hard enough worker)
universal applications
or coincidences.
Example:
a movie about a writer from New Jersey
who finds love in Rhode Island
(see Life Story XV & forthcoming poem.)
moving images
cleaning the shared house
because nobody else will
So you are saying this poem
is just an emptying out
of a month’s worth of garbage?
days spent on interviews
a line drawn
through days
not worked
waiting each year for the Great Pumpkin
who never arrives
you must have faith in something
or silence,
spoken
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