BURNISHING[S]

Logic follows    everyone

fallen    [not an anchor] yesterday

 

lifted   empty turrets

stone home                 seeing the breath

dreaming the luncheon

pulled from dizzy

 

A [re]presentation that would not be understood

applauded, hollow.

 

*

 

The smallest pieces carry the formula

I am hungry, he is lost

what I thought has no perpendicular

hinge  to hang out those fabrics

that need to be cleansed

they are just color.

 

*

 

The one gone looking for the open field

 

choked

by a sentence that would not end

explain, offer rules, parallel

equations of tiny-hoop consolation

to predict, conspire, deepen.

 

What could not be said      at the same time

The way it happened

erased the forest

threw away the riffraff

shying away

falling fast[er] [after].

 

 

The arched-back

horror       shape

of an hour

of     dread

 

 

*

 

Then slows

opens s[wal]lows

then to beg[in]

[the]n.

 

That music didn’t go anywhere

that hour didn’t begin

 

Everyone told to forget the execution

of the one who could not remember

the fields without

moving trees.

 

*

 

The tests show

the sickness

 

why you haven’t measured [up] properly

 

ripped on too-high speed

un-       like                  imagined

the center of the spine

[to][me]

 

insect that cannot

roll over

 

A blank screen

 

blanket of worn-out [to]ys.

 

*

 

The chaos        underneath

invented, superimposed, extracted,

hung up   bracelet of  murky stream

 

multiple choice

unwritten        when

that waking

across the street

a handmade ripped pinwheel.

 

*

 

The library books piled on the floor

mathematical      induction

reduction

do not open the equation

be prepared to jump in           [the mass grave]

the remnants collapse

into abstract

 

a map of essences

[not a chore].

 

*

 

Violins in the wall[s]

 

conspire[d] long

cleaning

the horizon

of fatigue

re-spinning

circles on the floor

broken    motif[-idea]s.

[token]

 

*

 

The keeping on        reinvented

 

the tools    needing to be re-conceptualized

into new tools

 

the building lying

down

 

for dwelling     yet flying

 

a construction that moves

that hillside tide of __________ [gratitude]

 

*

 

The stairs led to strange plateaus

 

In each corner of the maze

I read of your affliction

at some sure corridor

point    weigh station

how buoyant    the bones.

 

The latch rusted and creeking

smashing the teeth repeated

[suffering] seeping through

punched-out holes

gashed shoulders

shadows [of ] being  just [dust-light].

 

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