SCOTT METZ MASKS No. ONE
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A SACRIFICE MADE FOR THE SHADOWS
BIRD CAGE to GOETHE
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A Famous Love Letter
War the Queen of Violets
one day she finally
spoke up waking
perhaps brighter days
my friend
King of the Sharks
the church bells sound
most blissful moment
like jellyfish
I would refuse them
but they disappeared
the Queen of Violets
flowed at this parting
part of a question about
as I interrupted the cloud
irrational lines
and my beautiful dreams
the distant far-extended night
in a redwood forest
in the tone of your voice
the Shark King
taking lifetimes
to be with me
wherever I go
my happiness is my home
B.
the Queen of Violets
her hallucinations
in triplicate
Letter to a New Acquaintance
Dear Shark King
I the taste of
being a scarecrow
a fatal weakness for the coast
for the Queen of Violets
left us to ourselves
the fog is so shy
since the keyhole
three phone calls
you wouldn’t understand
I suppose
the Shark King
in a big city all your life
the memory of creating an ocean
if you dropped it tomorrow
with an ocean all over again
under clouds
what do you do for
the Queen of Violets?
you expect another holiday?
the Queen of Violets
part of the bargain
buried her teeth
cordially
after the storm
Vivian
the Shark King
inside the moss
Letter to a Jealous Sweetheart
My Darling
why do you insist on hurting
the Queen of Violets?
our neighbors
to the next life she takes
a fear of snakes
you?
you can’t penalize me for
the Shark King
this argument so often burns
you’re only too ready to believe
the coral’s dream
certainly married to the hands
by all rights he ought to hate me
a steel worker
that’s beyond my control you see
the Queen of Violets
yesterday mother received
the Shark King
a sacrifice made
you read this line
no strings attached for the shadows
I swear
the Queen of Violets
as you once did by writing
she once took a step
outside the city
self again
Lydia
Letter Accompanying a Gift
the Shark King
his memory of stars
Dear Revised
the first frost caught me
dilly-dallying with a sweater
the Queen of Violets
winter without it
a hole cut in one night
I could protect you
against the north wind
love has tamed me
it has kept me with a bomb
chained to my chair
the Shark King has fallen
in love
the result, mother
you may even put in
an order for a muffler
your own
the Queen of Violets
what was her last memory
of me
a bottle of water
awaits
the King of Sharks
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Autumn 2009 / Spring 2012
CHRIS GORDON invisible circus
November 21, 2010 § 1 Comment
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Underneath the pillow
Making your neck ache
The Invisible Circus
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The Invisible Circus
Goes from town to town
Never really moves
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We hear the parade
That tells us it’s coming
The Invisible Circus
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Close your eyes it’s
Auditions today at
The Invisible Circus
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Your blind grandmother
Almost sold you to
The Invisible Circus
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The girls are all
Clean and well-oiled at
The Invisible Circus
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Everyone speaks
Italian in whispers at
The Invisible Circus
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Your father got lost
One day in the crowd at
The Invisible Circus
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The cards are all
Blank at the tables at
The Invisible Circus
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Cut your thumbs on
The Bearded Lady at
The Invisible Circus
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The Invisible Circus
Hidden in the design
Of Buffalo Nickels
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Your limp goes
Away on the grounds of
The Invisible Circus
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Their tents are made
Of the skin of burnt milk
The Invisible Circus
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Nine out of ten housewives
Have never heard of
The Invisible Circus
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The Invisible Circus
Forbids the clowns
To remove their make-up
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Your watch stopped when
You bought your ticket to
The Invisible Circus
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The knife at your throat
A hand down your pants
The Invisible Circus
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Take another ride
You never see it twice
The Invisible Circus
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She wears a mask
With feathers she found at
The Invisible Circus
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My hair fell out
Yours turned gray after
The Invisible Circus
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MASKS No. One
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