CHRIS GORDON ant ant ant ant ant five

January 24, 2012 § 1 Comment

SHE ROUSES BRIEFLY AND SAYS DRAGONFLY

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distance acquiesces to heat you tell the fly he’s ephemeral

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the vents are being replaced I touch your drink by mistake

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where the lines end and the absence begins an architecture or so

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abruptness of seed taking orders from the smaller machines

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I get on top of you they start playing a commercial

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an eye tuned to the scrape of a chair an ambulance

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milt of friction the ring where the ring keeps the light from her skin

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pea on the trajectory of a scratch I will be a Ghost Dance

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all along the tracks splintered shapes swelling in the rain

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we talk about our childhood TV shows as if they were festivals

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moon a tear made in the sky with a fingernail don’t answer the door

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in the dream I was Danae waiting for a drip from the ceiling

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that dark thing in the green of your eye next to the window that’s me

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tensile strength of thistle the outcome of serotonin and loophole

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where she points at the red flower I don’t see anything

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we both wind up in the fruit aisle one of the lights above blinks out

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tell me what we’ll do on a bench by the river when no one’s around

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soaking in a jar for three days the beans are pink and ready to split

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aren’t all prophesies self-fulfilling sugar written in Spanish

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the oven opens to the smell of sweet potatoes your panties

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her ringed fingers twitching she rouses briefly and says dragonfly

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an act of transcription closes the flower travel a violence

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we exhaust the five hundred gimmicks like metal eucalyptus leaves

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my face a trapdoor spider candy foil floats along the dark train floor

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Lyric Intervention painted over All Day I Dream About Sex

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all the slurring and none of the puncture no I said sects

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weeds as tall as roses what I threw out the window when we fought

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between the cars of the train her body turns from yellow to blue

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a plum seed flushed down the toilet they found the arctic’s melted

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if this were an espionage film we’d all be dead

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§ One Response to CHRIS GORDON ant ant ant ant ant five

  • David Rachlin says:

    The combinations of seemingly unrelated events are very reminiscent of the poetry of Arthur Sze. Check him out! Good stuff.

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