Saturday, October 18, 2025

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"...half of me is living for everyone's enthusiastic response to this and half of me is thinking, 'Yeah, I ain't writing shit until I know these protests don't end in cops shooting civilians...' " (thread)

"Floyd as if Pink"

dark sky bright street—word for this—
a kind of candy · passing on the right
plans planted · in plain clothes
cloud entities · early skirmish

faint cry · of maybe a bird
i remember · muscling in
kairos skirmish · or thin scrape
not enough names · announced shortly

tilde tapestry · long ago traced
deep intoi it · our radio resumes
Rimsky-Korsakov · & curved auroras
at least three themes · threaded deftly

solitary dancer · solaced by stars
harsh spiced rule · that runs like a razor
along the most perfect · splash of leaping
animl life · anyone could dream

tracery troubled · with a truce like cobwebs
strung across morning's · pink pergola
my claim pencil'd · my trance patched
wires that entangle · & not enough time

hist'ry hight · if behest heeded
no deed darkening · dawn's theshold
won't live to witness · the wild finish
in twilight scribble · skraeling ogham

" 'I was pleased as punch to let it lie,' says the first poem, 'but then the bug bit me,' and indeed the book crawls with pests and vermin."

"the wreck and not the story of the wreck" —Adrienne Rich

Comet Lemmon over Mt Shasta.

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