shunning

Someone touches the wounds of the stars in the suburbs,
broken twigs of exploding plants,
broken limbs of garrulous monsters,
car tires on snow crust, train whistles, silence.
Good morning, St. Thomas, says a dog named Jah.
Coyotes gather dry flowers for broken mirrors,
shaking off dilapidated legends, shunning
candles and hourglasses.

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18 thoughts on “shunning

  1. FAR TOO MANY PEOPLE IN THE SUBURBS
    WITH HYPER-SHORT LEGS
    FONDLE
    SLICK MAGAZINE PHOTOGRAPHS
    OF STAR WOUNDS AND SCARS
    TWIGS AND LIMBS COUGHED UP
    FROM COMMON MOTION NAUSEA
    AGGRAVATE
    THE CAR TIRES WITH THEIR STUDS
    ANGRY AT THE SNOW CRUST

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    • They can grow their legs a little
      Leaving them in the snow for a night
      But they prefer to pray
      To the greatest loser of all ages
      Who is postponing his second coming
      Till it is completely safe to come
      Till he is absolutely sure he won’t be ridiculed
      And killed again this time by his followers
      Meanwhile magazines with his picture
      On every second page dry on tree branches
      And on the roofs after the long flight
      From the glamorous capital of kitsch

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      • LEGS IN THE SNOW OVERNIGHT
        SUPERSEDES RELIGION
        AND JOLLYROGER JESUS
        METAPHYSICAL STRIDES
        WITH THOSE COLD LEGS
        MISTER BRAIN CLAIMS “NO DEFEAT”
        CAMERAS ENCROACHING ON REALITY
        YOUR IMAGE ENGRAVED
        AND ENGRAVED AGAIN AND AGAIN
        AND PEOPLE IN D.C.
        CONSTANTLY MAKING NEW FOLDERS
        WITH YOUR NAME AND NUMBER
        MIXED VOICES
        MANIPULATION OF NARRATIVE DETAIL
        IVAN THE VOYEUR (?)
        WATCHING PROJECTIONS OF REALITY
        IMPREGNABLE, NOT EVEN A FINGER
        UNSUITABLE AT BEST
        IT FELT LIKE A BUTCHER’S KNIFE
        CUT AFTER CUT ON THE WAY
        TO THE CASTLE
        THE BUCKETS OF LIQUID LOVE
        TENSION IN THE FORM OF JISM

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        • plato invented the camera and the knife and the numbers
          personally for stalin but failed to create reality
          he died watching his disciples screw each other
          wearing buckets on their heads to muffle the voices of the daimons
          later they forgot to put an obolus in his mouth

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          • THE CAMERA WAS A TOMB-LIKE BOX
            SOME SAY A TOMBLIKE BEDROOM
            A SUPERNATURAL HONEYMOON TOY
            UNDENIABLE HEARTS BEATING
            REAL AFFINITY
            PHOTOGRAPHS TAKEN BY IVAN
            THAT HEAVY HAND
            ENDLESS RELATIVES
            IN A SMALL ROOM
            IN THE DARK
            MAKING NOISES
            LISTENING TO THE NEW GROOM AND BRIDE
            AS THEY SQUEEZE OUT THE LETTER OF THE LAW

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            • EXERCISES OF THE BRIDE AND GROOM
              EVOLUTIONARY SEX SCENES IN THE NEAR DARK
              MINIMAL COMPREHENSION
              PSEUDO-COMPREHENSION
              14 ADULTS AND 6 CHILDREN
              IN THE SMALL BEDROOM
              A STRONG SMELL OF URINE
              AND URINE HOLES
              SOUTHERN TISSUES NEAR MEXICO
              BABY DIAPERS AND BLEACH
              HANDJOBS AND SEASONED JISM

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            • i have never slept in a hamster’s pouch
              nor in the belly of a galloping horse
              nor in a flying eye
              i am claustrophobic like a driven nail and you keep telling me
              that jonah the prophet to his amazement
              discovered the harem of the neptunian padishah
              after being swallowed by the fish
              but how big is the place in the mouth of a scaly storyteller
              even if the story never breaks

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              • SACRIFICIAL LOVE AS A TOKEN
                LEAPING INTO THE MOUTH OF THE WHITE WHALE
                SWALLOWED BY TEMPTATIONS
                USUAL RESPONSES AND ODD-DUCK ONES
                SHADOWY HAIRS
                YOUR FEAR WAS TO BE AN OBSTACLE
                THE DESCENT DOWN THE LADDER OF EROS
                BLEEDING EMOTION WITHOUT PAIN
                IF YOU MUST CRY—PLEASE CRY SOFTLY

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    • ISOLATED AND SEPARATED AND LIVING UNDER THE RADAR
      LONG ENOUGH—STRONG ENOUGH—WALKING IN TIGHT UNDERWEAR
      INVISIBLE SPIRITUAL FUNK—MOCKING JAZZ AND RELIGION
      HOMOSEXUAL BIRDS SINGING IN THE TREE AT NIGHT
      GOOD CHURCH WOMEN OF EUROPEAN DESCENT
      BUCK SHOT AND POISON AND FELINE SPIT
      LAID OUT DEAD AND SORROWING

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      • Homosexual birds will give them away
        Be it their intention or not
        With all their spiritual funk and tight underwear
        Will give them away to the church women
        Who will tear them apart like they did Orpheus
        Millennia ago

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  2. FAR TOO MANY QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RELATION
    OF NARRATIVE FICTION TO REALITY
    GRAMMAR COUCHED IN THE SUBURBS
    PEOPLE BORN WITH SHORT LEGS
    AND PEOPLE WHO HAVE HAD THEIR LEGS SHORTENED
    STAR WOUND OBSESSIVENESS
    THE ZIGZAG OF SCARS
    DADDY NARRATOR COUGHED UP TWIGS
    POETIC GESTURES
    TORTURED CIRCLES IN THE PARKING LOT
    THE CRUST OF THE SNOW
    OVERWHELMED BY CAR TIRES

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    • EVERYONE IN TOWN WAS DEAD
      NOT A SINGLE FISH MOUTH OPEN
      EVERYONE DIED WANTING AN UNKNOWN NOURISHMENT
      POSSIBLY A LOAF OF BIBLE BREAD ?
      WHEN COUNTRY PEOPLE CAME INTO TOWN
      THEY POKED THE BODIES WITH STICKS
      ABSURDIST TENSION A MILE HIGH
      WAS IT THE WATER, THE FOOD, OR THE GOLD COINS ?

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      • ———–TRY TO THINK BACK—————
        TORTURED CIRCLES IN THE PARKING LOT
        THE CRUST OF THE SNOW
        OVERWHELMED BY CAR TIRES
        ————————————————————–
        YOU AND I WENT TO A RESTAURANT
        AND YOU TRIED TO PURCHASE
        AN ENTIRE LOAF OF BREAD
        AND THEY WOULDN’T SELL IT TO YOU
        AND YOU GOT UPSET
        AND THERE WAS A GRADUAL UNFOLDING
        IN THE PARKING LOT

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        • ABSURDIST TENSION A MILE HIGH
          NEIGHBORHOOD CHILDREN POKE YOU WITH STICKS
          YOU SANDWICHED TOGETHER WITH THE PAST
          NO GLUE OR NAILS OR CHAINS
          AT ONE TIME, I WAS MORE THAN A FRIEND
          MORE THAN A SKELETON THAT HAUNTS YOU

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          • Neighborhood children teach dogs to speak Spanish
            Animal control guys catch those savant mongrels
            And crucify them on the vacant lots
            They chant Gongora and Lorca all the way to Hades

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            • NEIGHBORHOOD CHILDREN WITH SAILOR INK
              JUST SHORT OF THE DESTRUCTIVE ADULT FORCE
              CONSTANTLY SPENDING IN POVERTY
              I CALLED OUT YOUR NAME
              IN EVERY LANGUAGE EXCEPT SPANISH
              I REFUSE TO SPEAK SPANISH
              I’VE SEWN MY EARS SHUT TO SPANISH
              I RUN AND HIDE
              I STARVE
              SHELLS AND STICKS
              BLEACHED BONES
              THE DIVIDING LINE
              NOT BEING TIMEBOUND
              I TRY TO ERASE ALL SPANISH WORDS
              TO NEVER TOUCH DRY LAND
              LIMITED IN PLAY, I PLAY HARD
              I KNOW QUEEQUEG
              AND HE KNOWS ME
              I SAY, “IVAN, COME HOME”

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  3. SOMEWHERE A FRAGRANT AMBERGRIS SLEEPS
    POSSIBLY IN IVAN’S POCKET
    HE DREAMS OF BACON SWEAT SOAKED IN A PAPER TOWEL
    OF RABBITS LEAVING THEIR LEGS IN SNOW OVERNIGHT
    BINARY OPPOSITION FROM MULTIPLEMICHAEL
    HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE IMAGERY
    HIGH LEVELS OF POETIC TENSION
    THE SOUND OF MELVILLE’S VOICE
    *cats find it difficult to purr under water

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