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Elementals With a Suggestion

 

 

 

 

   It's a wild idea to live in a symbolic red box but

 

                                                    then I'd have to live there     when the ideal

 

                                               presented & the represented is opaque at best

 

                                                     A part of the fence is appropriated as drawing

 

                                               board     differences gone over again as a new survey

 

                                                      In the half-forgotten dream narrative somewhere

 

                                               between defense & hagiography is space to make something

 

                                                      up     a way to rhyme the hollow of a cheek w/

 

                                                that of a hill        a way to let scar wire dam

 

                                                       wound     die of border metaphor exhaustion

 

 

                                               

                                                When mood goes blue     no kidding you'd better swim in it

 

                      slow floats apart spun in circles        adrift

 

 

               a live feed & the occasional clank of bones is

 


 

                       All it takes is applying water to water to make

 


 

                the disappearing painting which     in an end is probably

 

 

 

                     for the best     Scrutiny lies somewhere between beach

 

 

 

               combing & scatology       all this registering of perception

 

 

 

                     the memory can be dissolved under the watchfulness of

 


               some sentient beings       Everything'll be alright unless

 

 

 

                     it won't smoothed & smudged as the shadow pools are

 

 

 

 

 

           There are days when yellow really does change the world

 

 

 

                  Meeting like this is conspiracy to commit to

 

 

 

           something     long on place short on sightedness

 

 

 

                  shadowy sketches of self on the lam from the self

 

 

 

           find a folder under the arm     Papier mache sculptures

 

 

 

                  burn in the street but sight just wasn't the way

 

 

 

           I ever walked so mediated & deferred       In the dark

 

 

 

                  there between grin & grimace the protagonist is

 

 

 

           floating around near the center of the page w/ no

 

 

 

                  background     from the corner comes a poem or a lantern