Poetry
nine
from THE CIRCUIT BOARD’S DEVOTION
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the obscene tangle & the secular soul where within,
without. so go out into the numb morning’s rhyme— today excrete
soul from soil, where mercy laid her egg.
where mercy laid her electric gridwork for the foundation of heavens vast circuitry
grid-word of sensate sound hollow-flute earth spider-web a giant ear
muffler-carcass inebriate earth riotous and raucous earth: yellow then
blue in the vibrating net
they rut they fall they roll over— roll me over— roll over me skytropolis
call me beautiful just this once there is no way to stop it, now
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let us go into the vernal lands, aubade or whatever, wastelands
of the robotic fields or whatever be gentle with us this is a new world, let us
go gently, together we are just now figuring it out lithium quarries seen from above
uranium quarries, granite— yellow cranes etching earth’s surface bulldozers & dump trucks
digging for the internet for the coursing, pulsing power pulled down from the heaven’s veins
of ore or maybe it is the long procession of souls trapped in the electric embroidery
that we are digging a grave for
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plethora : seed events : salt rim; morning’s eyelid, mourning’s drum as mtn’s
ring, weep cities limbs of earth what violence in the crystalline
structures : moss : weep moss : rocky ledge of sky: plummet down the
vertical bisecting line : ecliptic : Altair altar I am bored of these same colors.
when do we get some new colors : some new bionic eyeballs with which to see the new colors
some new fruits from a different lineage some new experiments on earth
some new sentience lurking among the grass
gene editing software [vrs] seedbank
the bulbous ova :: our imagination
wasp-gall in the inner sanctum
a certain kind of hum that you can catch
on certain afternoons
humans : grass-seed eaters or one step removed: the meat from the green
green grass of the sun we genetically modified the fruits in the long duration
each small choice affecting a future field of future yield : time tapestries all outgrowths
of the fossilized datastream the pollen still viable germinating its seeds in the endless
fields of time barley from the tombs yeasts, honey, small hard grapes ;
even monkeys get drunk on the half rotted fruit fell off the trees in the hot sun
on the hot dirt halfway between the world and the world where time hangs in suspense
over us will we have made a more beautiful world hold up your glass to me
in the now shimmering air of the distant fires ice cubes glittering
in the pink sun of our small solar system the music has broke loose again
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necrotic interstice [] soul + world adjacent bird
constant pressure that maintains life outward surging
joules [] soule
thy wattage done molecules in the image of
molecules in the ringing of
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where mercy laid her egg on the high cold cliff
sheer cliff-face overlooking the ocean plummet, wind
in the grave of my face, sand infertile seedbank of a new imagination
the holes in the world-net sieve of us, sieve of night sieve of time
the gulls shriek in the dark the rocks crash on the shores of our one soul like this.
the rocks are the teeth of the ocean the world heaves and shudders, rolling over
tusk, spinneret, the weaving of the net
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speak, time, halfway between physics and myth, cell division braid of the sparkling river
speak, time, with your watchful eye unfolding, speak within and also without, speak the
nonsense, the non-sense sounds, vowel, laughter, leaf-fall, car-horn,
claw-scratch on hard dirt, English, alien syllabics unto me, garbled most outer
extremity of earth, Boeing, fuselage, nuclear fission, somewhere between civilization
and logical fallacy, what is the cytoplasm of empathy, the atomic structure of kinship,
tangled knot of grief circling the globe, roosting from person
to person, migrating, whole, speaking within and also without, shared.
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sun cell wall mind-shift
stone-pillars | city-gate to whom
the law applies inside outside | world
where in the ordered world a cell divides
it gives birth to another planet
the collective consciousness will bless us with what is left
emblazon adorn me with synapse-light &
lightning-strike and shriek-of-the-small-birds-at-night & hardened pearls
strung up as beads in this our amniotic sea
make crude oil spill from my mouth, adore me
self: reverb and feedback loop of,
Vision | Yield
abacus : T-89 ; string up your joules for me
crunch them in the datastream flowing outward
the stars are just pinholes in our night-covering-cloth--□ implication of a bright Beyond;
poking holes through | jewels through | it is a dense and woven thing
incessant— now blinding— so cover us, little bird
let us go to sleep in this the wheeling orbit of gods own translucent gigabytes, the song of everything
all at once all together, held together & held apart, wavelength and stratrosphere are a trillion beating hearts
everything we have ever loved or thought or grieved or gifted stored on the universe’s huge computers,
overheating in the dark
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Alexa— the night Watchmen— come for us
all our deleted data : prayer of, — how many more stories
can this skyscraper up to heaven contain— infinite elevator infinitely up.
if there is no heaven does it just go up and up and up forever?
and in, and out— infolding at every level— the five directions, six directions, time—
control my subscriptions— scan my iris— call me home
from THE FALCONER’S COMMAND
NOVEMBER II
My vine rots in [ magnificence ] root of a no : the grape
, the chemicals of the grape : imbibe but do not [not] partake
horse of sun. truck of a lover. Engine parts flown in on a Boeing
C-17 Globemaster III : when you were a child : once
When your parents were children, once.
.
each graft didn’t take burn the whole persimmon tree
.
order 2 more persimmon trees from Indiana.
.
mold, peach [ in the hour of your being [cradle ] [hands] [ thrown ]
and then it is night [again] : in the long abstinence:
grey matter ≠ grace
pile of rotten
peaches in the compost
will or will not sprout
this is reason : at its finest.
.
prize of finch and cock-fights, sure
reading about another’s history: just people on this earth
.
coppice the lemon tree : of death
coppice the lemon tree of death
coppice the lemon tree, of death
the lemon tree that blooms in January, in a heated
greenhouse in Arkansas. Tiglaf
Pileser the 3rd was a brutal
Assyrian ruler I have no
enemies,
so what is blood then—?
.
This river of the mind is long, millennia
long, and egrets
fly its shores
where once the mind built
long corridors, condors use me
as their branch, their tree. in excess
of the verb “to be” we have be-
come a mind, as if a troubled lake
the surface which
reflects our face, our own
face back at us. the screen
screams at us: rivers,
fire, cities, wind.
.
the lights of the city, the wifi of the courthouse
excrescence in the vast machinery of our internal nests
where we leak an effusive rhythm and set about
our days in the heart of a small universe
all streets are the streets of the universe
all glass fangled obliterative justice in the not yet dead
heart
of my country
so what
is the future, to us.
.
the talons the fruit
the fish the wish
rage has its mourning
on the surface
of the lake
on all the mirrored glass
of the futuristic skyscrapers of the cities
glass eyes, sun mirror, rage
eye, full-life
internal
combustion
engine
which drives the heart
of the universe onto
the sharp beak of the universe
let me show you
how an engine works
the sparks that fly
from the loose wires of your mind
pavement of the highways of your mind
that flash like mercury
in the fishes
in the lake
scales, justice
: all thought is this, this
& the sugars in the grape
