Category: 58 @ 29
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The Rings of Venus — from 58 poems written at 29
The Platonists pilfered impossible thoughts From the tiniest things. How the thinkers Mind a mouse or a mellon and dream Distillate dreams that drink of the fountain Of joy and justice that enjambs a row Boat into debates beautiful and sailing Or infers the fern from the foundry’s smelt Singed gold leaf. See me hold The…
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Prog Code — from 58 poems written at 29
From the broken bytes of Bernie’s movement A scrapyard assembled. Seams were bound By unseemly stitches, a scarlet old thread With a green or a gold or a great navy And the parties perished and progress was encoded On the minds of mankind and the matriarchy And they plugged in the power. They primed this…
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Dark Towers — from 58 poems written at 29
At the end of every alley their stands A timeless tower. Top of the Rock Rises rustic and rearing tomorrow’s Artisan deco amateurs and their visions Of gilded ages. Glimpse it at the end Of an alley or walkway. Empire is there At the end of broadway or as the aim of Macy’s Herald Square.…
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Communes — from 58 poems written at 29
The phone flings beeps, fingers respond By typing tamely, or the thumbs clanking I love you in animated Golden age .gifs or emojis Like knot-tying nubs that fumble. Half-hitches the harbor uses In the nightly fog. We never meant To replace our prose with power cords Or whisper with widgets. Where did the letters Get…
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The Wild West — from 58 poems written at 29
The Wild Wild West is what they call Baltimore’s broken — the battered western End of The East. With Indians murdered, A white western needs rewritten as an Eastern In this city’s sinning. For soon The Black Man is made a modern native And Manifest Destiny masquerades As eminent domain. Even the firemen Ponder the plastic…
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Locusts — from 58 poems at 29
How did it happen? How did the most Important point and poem of sound In our day indict dapper slices Of itself and shrink slowly to the noice Of phones buzzing? Petty to trade The cuckoo clock or the bells Of the belfry tower at the best hours Of vigils and vespers or the violin…
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Ash Wednesday — from 58 poems written at 29
It was the palm’s power to pick the one Who would have the honor. Healers and kings And prophets and priests enpalmed like the actors Who ready for the road of red carpet And the fanning of fans’ fingers and extra — EXTRA! — Excerpts from the excess paper Runs The Register or rather The…
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Giving Up Reading News — from 58 poems written at 29
…is harder than hearing. How you shatter Bones as a boy before the season Ends and you ache to even the score And return to the team, or take a sick Gardener’s groaning for the great outdoors Or a landlocked lady of the water Or a shut-in sailor. Soon you will find the lane to…
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Vanilla — from 58 poems written at 29
Vanilla bean never annunciates tastes So great as when the grave gravity of beer Powers it in its wake like a primed river Boat or a barge or beluga whales Who wave at the sea and wake the deep In the slash of that split spade of leather And blubber and blowholes. It breaks the…
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Baltimore Buildings
…are a weird weave. Windows, for instance, Speak of the seasons of certain men In America and their Maids — of the Michigan sticky And Virginia giant juniper leaves And the Boston bricks baking and the drenched Patoka tempest that tidally rises The rivers nine. Read of the south’s And the northern nuance’s names and acts…
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Megabus Moon Roof — from 58 poems written at 29
The overpass eats, opens like The Dark To swallow the shuffle. See how the glass Of our double decker darkens and the ear Is silence-shuttered? Space comes to mind Millennium Falcon’s maiden plunge In the belly of the beast. Back when Han Was still scared of sharper teeth And the bowels of bore worms the…
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Daylight and the Stand — from 58 poems written at 29
…anyways authors arm their minds With the rinds of ruined rights and their power To bind black burdens of fears That find them flailing in the ferret holes Of vain environs developers dug Out of stone or stock, steel or river Like holes in holy hearths or the essence of elements like earth. Earning your…