Impressions of the Sickhouse

Impressions of the Sickhouse I watch in the world, amused by massacre and gin, homeland walls, holiday wars. Viewed from the barred gate darkened surveillance cars prowl, aimless under winter afternoon skies. Cold weather tramps straggle past construction generators, pavement gaps, work order water leaks. I take into consideration the symbolic and the sin. I […]

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The beetle

The beetle dragging my ass low along tarmac like the body of an overfed beetle. the van slews about, legs on ice behind me, all weight, all hollow weight. . . . . . DS Maolalai has been nominated four times for Best of the Net and three times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been […]

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As You Are

As You Are You think yourself slick     you with your curvature     you with your shrubbery the metallic taste of your possibilities the concrete resonance of your surroundings     distilled to your very essence the things you taste     the things you hear     and smell     and swallow     the crispness of your purity your bleached essence     the machine of […]

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Dayton Street

Dayton Street Remember when diapers were delivered By a truck with a stork painted on it? I still see that truck once in a while, Like a sighting of the Goodyear blimp. Or maybe I made that up; Memory and reality don’t really mesh. Crashing the Tupperware party, I found more plastic. But far be […]

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Burnt Rice

Burnt Rice It’s a broken leg ⁠— as in not my fault, the reason I put food on the stove and forgot it (I) existed which is to say that I existed once, I think I was a fish. When you called me into the room to say I burnt the rice, I faded blue. […]

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Muriel Spark

Muriel Spark 1. why and where a tinsel coronet chosen queen of poetry so nice to have one’s hair stroked by a teacher she submerges her telephone his words moisten faraway languages spill from her unheld hand alone she wanders South Africa what a long walk and with a baby robin to feed the earth […]

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GW20:12

GW20:12 This year is the warmest year on record. Feverish. Blood pressure off the charts. White count up. Sea level up. Hurricanes spiral across the continent, wars spawn like virus. The Middle East goes up in smoke, sparked by some careless match. The globe seems to wobble. Hyperkinetic pulse. Myocardial infarction. Anti- biotic-resistant strain. Desperate […]

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Untitled

Untitled some branded some empty roadside stops stupid beasts and giant devices painted with pleasure baked by sun and camera flash visit my fresh dream we’ll sit together picking at cracks in our used cars’ leather seats Aaron Warnock comes from a very diverse family. His father was a Methodist Pastor, his sister is a […]

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An Animal or a God

An Animal or a God Paint glistens yellow in the night rain, dark Bacardi pours easy over ice. Like the ghostly colonials of Apocalypse Now— lost to France, dying in Vietnam, I’m stranded in this tiger wilderness. Half-awake, sleep leeched by dread sense, I avoid the sun, seal doors and blinds against mutations of neighbor […]

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