by Sam White
sirens sirens and sunlight ferments
fanned to mutilating, awake
the dream were the dream a still
The crass lecturing spires
on how to hold it down
hold it down grief like getting out of bed
sweetness in the ignition of the cloudless van
I stood up mid-shit
and the sky above its too few hours
love, a containment, so went in traffic
This in the mind of the painter who became a banker
who became a teller who became the told,
Deliver me from parity and all its hallucinations.
I hop from one lily pad to the next
and each a tanned and caffeinated skin.
I do do not do all the way down
the bioluminescent pebbled path.
A man within a mighty bird
- a duck, afloat like a cookbook -
teaches it to eat.
So goes the measure of all things
in barcodes, picas, and held against your breast
emits its silence as a book,
and held against the heat,
its ambition to be bellows over embers
seen to all the final glowing coals
beneath the blackened chicken
two reddish orange primate eyes flare up
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