Monday

marfa poems, re-worked-ish

From Marfa





epic ochre

subverts other

desert going

white with color


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subtle desert gesture

epic bluff

see the shrug and husks

the rock shop and the chick barn


stark is rich and wretched

hills heave epic ochre, nap agate

hear the train

heifer bodies bluff rain


bluff / sky / bluff / cinema

sky diorama

black rock imposters

lying in wait to wake and chew


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as if the horizon had gently pulled your wailing body

toward its body (mute quilt)

as if you also stood wobbly in the middle of the road,

wondering,


where is the boundary against which

my bones are bones, and not weather?

what star looks back

at my death?


did you realize the graduation of bluff to canyon,

gold to verdant green?

a family of brown cows in the valley,

their foreheads churning ivory?


no, your back makes letter shapes in shirts

your hair feigning monument

your hair swirls, tumbles dark

over mountains


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quartz, fool’s gold, geode, gravel

silly putty, mop the stuff

military hospital, mutilated cattle

vocal lilt, daytime grotto


wax upward, where is westward

horsehair bracelet, thunderbird

grecian minnow, empty timbre,

grief is a vowel to glean and sow


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not the cardinal on the fence

his red a whirl, and the wren

not the weather

why is a weather


why is our folly, and our failure

why is what if, whether intending

not-red or not-wren

why is a tether to altogether other, not-boy


not a whisper in the ear of one who

feels it in their teeth

he likes the plosive, the not-bird

the foal, watch him blink


Barney

he likes the body sock

the hot dog

the corn dog


video games

he likes to run around naked

altered dogs

he likes to take his shoes off


----


my parents, she thinks

my beautiful black cats

the one with diabetes,

and the other one


new organs

and clouds

I will forget who I am

or idiom


----

she is a doctor

just imagine

the taxonomy alone

and the insurance


hyperbole of hyperextension

cumulonimbus solipsism

all of a sudden,

clouds make cloud shapes


----


ranches lit flatly

somewhat autumnal

subtle color

an animal


shepherd stumbles into water

cistern churning over ground

epic ochre subverts other

sweet coyote shot and bound


or did she just describe his forehead

like a bluff, a ridge

like a gentle slope

a panicked slip


it is not like a woman

it is a mental ritual

he conjures monsters

we will be habit


----


this time the fireman thinks

you said cat

find your wife

yearn and pine


you are bursting with purpose

beneath your arms

her silver mane

soft sheet


you roll, and pinch

say sorry

take on shepherd

take on sheep


fool’s gold, agate, bloom, and sand

thick dark, a roof, a mouth,

clouds as freakish geometry

hair as figurative approximation


to be looked upon with sleep

my love is always almost

there is far too much tin

in my mouth there was a garden


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looking out of the canyon we see men

sepia legend

churning what few leaves there are into movies

this is really something

they toil deep into thin skies

small dogs of mythology

called foolish in the mouth

braid faces over the edge of the desk


wounded birds

what language

eroded into castles, great castles

rocks remain on fire, take pictures


and while terns rake the sea for whales

abiding always with the gale

small of back what westward wheat

protectorate and feral sweat

1 comment:

Justin Sirois said...

I will pulp the panel's noses if they don't choose these for a grant this year. These are seriously great.