backwash
of revelation
where the screen
saver
starts quietly
shooting stars at
the
world >. stars …
_world_ … Metonyms for.
Where
are we
now? In Ellipsis,
just
east of
the postmetaphysical. Where
every
Monday someone
breaks. Last week
it
was you.
There are many
crows
that bark
and strut. The
wind
is not
a whip, but
still.
Toads plunge
out of silvery
waters.
Plunge out?
That’s cool. Leap
the
rats and
flit hissing. Perhaps
there
is a
color I can
sleep
in like
a spare rune.
The
radio is
not on, yet
much
is still
audible. The millionth
word
in the
English language is
Web
2.0. It’s
half past hangin’
time
in Ellipsis-
town … Look! the
golden
footbridge shattering
into the June
snow.
First you
broke, and then
you.
The city
is coming up
to
code. Combine butter onion garlic celery
mushroom and cumin with turmeric
ginger clove honey lemon tomato apple
salt pepper and water to steam
a
long, large
snake-shaped molecule.
The
difficulty, as
she noted perspicaciously,
is
knowing which
ace is the
ace-
in-the-
hole.
[Note: Sources: Rae Armantrout, “Parse”, in Next Life; Elizabeth James, “During an eclipse”, “Gun Detox”, in The Reality Street Book of Sonnets (ed. Jeff Hilson); Marjorie Welish, “The Glove”, “‘Look, Look!’”, in American Hybrid (eds. Cole Swensen and David St John); Ann Lauterbach, “Five More Songs For Joe”, in Pressed Wafer 2; Hữu Thỉnh, “Poem Written by the Sea” (trs. George Evans and Nguyen Qui Duc), in Language for a New Century (eds. Tina Chang, Nathalie Handal, Ravi Shankar); Georg Trakl, “On the Moors”, “The Rats”, “Homecoming”, (tr. Robert Grenier), in Selected Poems; Elaine Equi, “Asking for a Raise”, “For August in April”, in Ripple Effect: New and Selected Poems; Alexandra Topping, “‘Web 2.0’ declared millionth word in English language”, at Guardian.uk; Catherine Walsh, “Nearly Nowhere”, in Other: British and Irish Poetry since 1970 (eds. Richard Caddel and Peter Quartermain); Kevin Davies, The Golden Age of Parephernalia, in Nineteen Lines: A Drawing Center Writing Anthology (ed. Lytle Shaw); Alison Knowles, Footnotes: collage journals 30 years; Michael McClure, The Surge; Maureen Owen, “Poems Without Names or your plane takes off”, in American Rush: selected poems]
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