lvi – jeremy springsteed
28 Apr 2012 Leave a Comment
I don’t believe that the moon exists
it lives in the stories we tell ourselves
there are large collections of moon shining bones
also in Utah supernatural salt
boarders are jokes all is earth
sometimes things sitting on top
what will we do when all the ocean is turned to cloud?
where will we put our boats?
li – jeremy springsteed
05 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
The weight of memory
of a thing consumed
passed on
Everywhere a search
for that original mattress
a tide of blushing
Don’t all winds hold
hold the memory of wind
which holds close the memory of place
What sent your head
air sucking from the sea
What urgent that could be
held above indifferent
l – alex bleecker
01 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
Pocked & pitted, the aged face
of a windswept cliff will crack
into fissures if the sea
isn’t reasonable. The sea
wasn’t made to be reasonable.
It was made to cleave relationships
into stone. There’s no convincing
granite of anything. You were green
and I was blue when we drove out
from behind the bluff. I wish
we weren’t so stubborn. I wish
we hadn’t closed the road.
LVI
01 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in LVI
You don’t believe the dromedaries
keep moonlight in their humps?
Don’t they sow it in the desert
with secret persistence?
And hasn’t the sea been lent
for a brief time to the earth?
Won’t we have to give it back
with its tides to the moon?
LV
01 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in LV
Why don’t they send moles
and turtles to the moon?
Couldn’t the animals that engineer
hollows and tunnels
take charge of
these distant inspections?
LIV
01 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in LIV
Is it true that swallows
are going to settle on the moon?
Will they carry spring with them
tearing it from the cornices?
Will the moon swallows
take off in autumn?
Will they search for traces of bismuth
by pecking at the sky?
And will they return to the balconies
dusted with ash?
LII
01 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in LII
How large was the black octopus
that darkened the day’s peace?
Were its branches made of iron
and its eyes, of dead fire?
And why did the tricolored whale
cut me off on the road?
LIII
01 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in LIII
Who devoured before my eyes
a shark covered with pustules?
Who was guilty, the squall
or the bloodstained fishes?
Is this continual breaking
the order or the battle?
LI
01 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in LI
Why do I hate cities
smelling of women and urine?
Isn’t the city the great ocean
of quaking mattresses?
Doesn’t Oceania of the winds
have islands and palm trees?
Why did I return to the indifference
of the limitless ocean?
L
01 Mar 2012 Leave a Comment
in L
Who can convince the sea
to be reasonable?
What’s it get from demolishing
blue amber, green granite?
And why so many wrinkles
and so many holes in the rock?
I came from behind the sea,
now where do I go when it cuts me off?
Why did I close the road,
falling into the sea’s trap?
