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How Much Longer Shall I Be Able To Inhibit The Divine Pillbox leaders Seen reeking Via motorcade or pompadour Integrally to parlay our rough lenders Who traverse with brittle songbooks Hurling rapid parakeets It has come to my attention that the worst Course now is offered With special chump sensing interface To distend by reverent overkill Under the charred traffic timers Without squawking at the piecemeal Deranged by bondsmen, with their awesome spoons While motorcades now are Still with tea & We see the blinding oceanside Which drowns, in a flurry Of protected extroverts Just as one sees daylight Come crashing down Actively as glass At any one time, we could yet suspend Until the will of the straddler comes crashing down After seeing what one should not sneeze at To throb with brittle replicas & Prophylactics full of rapid songbooks Grown mad with dull support What torches makeup by reflection?— Dizzy, rapid criterion Objects In Mirror Are Not As Sharp As They Appear for Murat Nemet-Nejat
1. Reagan’s body was ghosted 20 years too late Sun’s image burned In the retina Tended While we glaze On greater ramps Constricted The bottom line is always Manipulative— An history We’re still outside of 2. Though nothing is particularly Outside or inside The image switches Like Nancy Reagan’s stemcell eyeliner Legacy To count all the way up to [Number of dead in El Salvador, circa ‘84] What’s far away is still conscripted Lose your base, & lose Your soul 3. To create this image Alongside its senses The sexual transmission of entire neighborhoods Housewives intermittently Detained It continues to Evade reflection Embodied while we wait 4. Fasten) seat belts (pleading Useless energies which Burn To release image from its Stolen object— Looks past <self> in mirror Down into quicksilver 5. (This poem’s smuggled Between mirrors Conscious of— & Conscious of its Pose— the viewer Implicit in The form— & Form, complicit in Its viewer— Or forms, contorted To environs Concentric while we wake— Though you have read Enough, & been Replete— Thinking is a surcharge Lets the love come In Alive, & I Too, am fed To create this image alongside Delicately what was Implied, along with view or viewer— Stakes of permanent Delay)— PART TWO 1. Reason democratizes its blast The wall settles early We strike A landscape, on the preceding Balance Its guncastles & toy boats— Haunts An irritant A spectacle 2 What you see through lens Is not the picture Welles knew this Eisenstein knew (Spoken by Plato in a dream) 3. (after Spicer “Concentric focus of the ordinary bystander” I cannot (Not) Admit to Hitting it (This Thought Has Import- ant Con- sequences)¹ 4. Sun’s image, seared Into retina Waits for history To blink— ¹Sequences con. Ant import has thought this. Prevalent Headers Opened jettison to scram Like they’d shaved Cheney’s brain Some, but still not all of Same, well-hidden like some colors (Rockers) prebrightened to Align, jump to page, imitate Or instigate, misstatement of bodily Fluids, pumping benders unconventionally fluent In bright personal accounts YOUR TOKENS’ INSTANTS ARE EXPIRING As pulsing emblems, kids Waving flag warmers The purple rich behind the door With oxygenated capital facesitters Become lifted, therefore pumping Mortified by rakelight Up the jillions, through sodomized Benders leaning up the plush Retracting now to spare, or spire Its tangoed news hour, its parasite double headers Bemused by witless sickling To incite pithy Where the frantic was captive Slash paradigm to dimestore surveillance crush Where I still don’t ride, by the city backslides Through regnant upheavals mincing Up great moments of dimestore connivance Like those who can spell, or are outright forgers Who whisper explete residentially as air Embedding the historic crackup To speed the diming oceanside Where, flickering, we hid |
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mark ducharme
is the author of two poetry
collections, _Infinity Subsections_ (Meeting
Eyes Bindery, 2004) and _Cosmopolitan Tremble_ (Pavement Saw Press,
2002), as well
as several chapbooks, including _The Crowd Poems_, due later this year
from Potato Clock
Editions. His poetry and poetics essays have appeared widely, and
are recent or forthcoming
in American Book Review, Big Bridge, Gutcult, Jacket, New
Review of Literature,
Shiny, Traverse and elsewhere.
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