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Three Poems |
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Teaching Nabokov to Drive
Waking I / wanted to put it on film, two / immiscible liquids, not emulsified.
The dream / unstable, disperses / progressively separating / this we as daylight
exposes its frank compositions / its yearn-charm.
The thread is on the loom / like hot tea / between your legs. Losing, / he
presented a two-letter / word: qi. Jewelry, wet / wood, it doesn't burn. A hollow Oak / stump crawls with biology a wrist / sticks to a laptop / cuff to duck tape. Control of root rot by Phlebiopsis / gigantean. Spores containing shaped fruiting / bodies. What is an event? The white / fluff of a Moonpie. Now Krylon / white, tribal transposed, / graffiti spaghettied / across suburbia. Recognize me / it says. I am unique. / P. gigantean, sporulate readily in laboratory culture. I am a king. / I am earth. For some reason, / Yes. |
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