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What to Say to a Prince: Some Suggestions for a Damsel

lcmt

For you I will chisel away the starless sand;
I will wear my hat on my foot
And my face will be fisted with straw.

I will peel the rust from your toast.

I will butter your panoplies;
I will varnish your dominions;
I will goose your superlatives;
I will roust your conferments.

I will damask and blanch
Your wine and terra-cotta.
My blush will be honeyed,
My apricots gingered,
My pomegranates bankrupt
For you.

For you I will discard rich braids
Of russet gold foil twisted
With swarthy garnets and tender amber
And cool jade minerals. I will beat them
Into cracked dust and trade them
For burnt brick and soot
And copper salt
And dried sage and sorrel
And yellow cotton string.

For you.


This poem is included in my newest thing, Chiral Phenomena, Intaglio Galosh Studio Press, 2011.

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Balloon

lcmt

You have no future
that is not unknown.
When it arrives
becoming known
it may pop, zoom
or float by.

To prepare for
its arrival all
you need do
is practice laughing
in delight.

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Things that are not impossible

lcmt

This poem is no longer online. It is included in my book, Chiral Phenomena, available now from the Intaglio Galosh Studio Press.

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Spring

lcmt

A woman named Melissa

called

she said

squinting

with a thick leaden glare.
Her sulky lisp
carried a whiff

of damp black earth.

She turned away
and hunched
her shoulders
in a sullen heap
against him.
He thought
of small cadavers—

old crows or perhaps young rabbits—

soaked under a pile of leaves
and branches
spoiled by the thaw.

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Palmed 18

lcmt

Jigsaw kimono curtains blink me dizzy.

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Available Now

The Wife of History and Other Planetary Characters

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Your invitation to the strand

lcmt

This poem is no longer online. You can find it in my latest book, Chiral Phenomena.

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Yilut Notations for Wygracet Allometry

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Gehry (the red brindle bulldog sits beside the orange pylon)

lcmt

The bridge, a horizon elsewhere

—green strain tensor,
infinitesimal strain
tensor, lateral strain—

spans and rolls and aggregates
alchemy with nonlinear obsessions
built into a strong-willed scaffold
of flying giants and runaway sentinels
shaped by the din and strut of siege.

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A shape of sleep

lcmt

Finally the stop of her voice furrowed
deeply with one last breath under
her arm crooked as a branch, smooth
bark zinc-dusted, or as the uncoiled tail
of a lindworm, thawed, slid clear of snow.

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Afflict and Exit

lcmt

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The Politics of Dried Shrimp and Palm Sugar

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This poem is no longer online.

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according to a consensus
of five co-conspirators
her right eye is blue
her left eye is a match

but she knows one eye
is smaller than the other
and both are the color
of a common gray rock

flecked with oxides
thirty years have passed
since she last wore a shoe
with a broken heel

she inscribes herself
readily as owner
operator general
dogsbody of the Intaglio

Galosh Studio Press
which has neither
intaglios nor presses
nor even a lone galosh

she is a woolgatherer
a dawdler
an ignoramus
an omnivore

a deficient typist

she is nine inches long
from the inside of her elbow
to the inside of her wrist
she is legged but not

bow-legged and less
saline than most people
but that could be
a misapprehension


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