Monthly Archives: February 2012

and the stun

if you became the wind there would be no borders
if you became the wind you would feed the forest floor
you would loose things that stuck
you could make inanimate objects come alive in the street
you could chaperone clouds across sky
morning poem in six parts
how many knots will you bring us today?

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n quotes a testimony from a woman in ogaden
and the stun
the silence that follows
i want to name it
walk away with electricity in my bones
another file for the phenomena encyclopedia

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in which
i am allowed the kind of proud mama moments
often reserved for grade-school teachers

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talking about the bridge between
poems and performance
it’s not going to build itself
i say
but it will come in time

and then the recovery from
some kind of creative amnesia
where i recall
last year’s unperformed performance poems

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sweet sticky rice with mango
consumed in sun patches atop smurf towel
the best understudy for getting ripped
thank you for accommodating my
worn-out ways

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in regards to a curated life
just because we don’t have hipstamatic
doesn’t mean we don’t have gorgeous moments too

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your voice a channel for ferrying
simultaneous rage and fear
timecaught in my phonemachine

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f29 reports from portland
bikeswarms circling gas stations

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cecilia vicuña’s saborami
in my hands

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it is one thing
to share the vagina monologues experience
with a cis-man friend-of-friend that i just met
but it is another to stand up side by side with him
when, at the end, they ask
anyone who has survived domestic abuse
or knows someone who has
to rise

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perched on volvo trunk
booted feet on black bumper
while eric talks about the three-foot white-feathered wingspan
of a local owl
not to mention the red-tailed hawks

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clubsounds spill out along university
on san diego nightstreets
clyde and i revelling in the un-vehicled streets
of almost-midnight

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eucalyptus scent
thickening in night air i
pedal through it
humming

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bb’s left-over burgers
laid out on kitchen table with lettuce
red onion ribbons
and tomato cross sections

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cover song #4
semi-complete
(never mind the dissonance)

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since language has kept me

ghost scribing with alice notley:
a visit for jahaica
you naked ladies, you paint them in
in the visiting rooms, we trade/inherit family
white paint flaking
open arms
moving aside to let them
the color of this young
i had sexual resources

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first song of the day
hair, people, it’s about hair.

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digital bank sign climbs seven degrees
between coming and going

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it’s ok if you stumble
he offers us through the balancing poses

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it’s also a bit like this:
1. splintering wood
2. saltines
3. an echoless tunnel

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overheard at the cafe (which was out of tea bags
so i said
just put the tea in the hot water and i’ll let the leaves settle to the bottom):
1. the L-word (the show, not the actual word) mentioned at least three times
2. you know that place on washington
the sausage king?
a true authentic production
3. every once in a while
i get night terrors

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internet password: appleseed

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about to drop down the hill
i pass a fellow nightbiker
who calls out how you doin
as we crossover and
ride safe
just as in the distance
another pedals across
the next intersecting street
which may seem like a minute detail
but for a second
it felt like portland
which made me wonder about
its chosen land status
and how we create our realities and
how i am just recovering from a kind of culture shock
which is probably more suitable for a long (late night?) conversation
than a detail
which makes me think
it’s been too long since
language has kept me up all night
which reminds me of
how i have been able to out-awake
almost everyone
(even joey
with whom i watched the sun come up
on the edges of the muddy mississippi)

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5 cloves
6 green cardamom pods
a sprinkle of cinnamon
2 teaspoons cumin seeds
popping in skillet oil

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amy goodman
says something like
african spring
while i am still cringing
over the koran-burnings
and how romney and santorum both said
barak shouldn’t have apologized
and i’m thinking
what part of holy war
don’t you understand
which reminds me that
i’ve been thinking
in random places/times
that if someone were to need cpr
i would not remember how to administor it
and also
thinking about how the first thing i did
after the red car accident
was burst out the side door from the back seat
the grass glittering
and the second thing i did
was hug the first person i saw
who happened to be some woman i’ve never met
walking up to see if we were ok / injured / alive

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i did not read the books
i just read the inscriptions

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i might do better
than ride like the wind, dear beloved
i might become it

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like a sailor’s lover

 

 

i blame the thin mints
i blame the cool edge of air
i blame last nights dream of
the re-arrangement of plants on my windowsill
and stolen curtains
and those affiliated with good intentions

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hurtling north
11am shuttle under gray sky
justin and i discuss
the wonder of being in one’s body
where a poem frays/ruptures
how the mfa program has ruined me
and how that ruin is mostly good

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it’s kindof like this:
1. scraping seeds/guts out of a sliced-open delicata squash
with a fork
2. treadmill running under water
3. that photo where i am gripping mom’s polyester pants leg
scowling so hard at the top of the lookout tower
forest unfolding below

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this is concrete poetry
spelled out in strips of blue
taped to university sidewalk
not far from the literature building

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the dirty language river
brings us to this phrase:
the blind leading the blind
some kind of unconscious insinuation
that blind people are incapable of leading/leadership

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7% of the population reads the newspaper
he says in from the back row
it’s obsolete

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spectacular failure
she says
scramble the samples

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how i stood at the kitchen sink
like a sailor’s lover
staring down stormcloud sky

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there are numerous ways to say it
including but not limited to:
1. blueblack fabric scrap
kerchifed around mousie’s neck
2.

3. snap of light and roll of thunder

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regarding public speaking:
amp yourself with confidence

and positive energy
she says

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what’s the best way to cut
if not sideways?
an agency
a starsky
a verb

 

 

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estuarization

recording of unconsciousness
with alice notley’s grave of light
hardcover and opened in my hands:
every winter dream
is 70 assumptions

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maneuvering the new-smelling honda on imperial
f takes estuarize one step further:
estuarization

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purple statice
chuparosa bush
brittle bush
purple phacelia
and something tiny and peach/orange
lizards skittering and
one bird in the doghouse (aka the diamond shape of the fence)

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although all that plastic scrap was sad
i kindof miss the washed up treasure

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from here
we can see tijuana
from here, the border waves crashing
from here, we give our coordinates
and report all is clear
roger
over and out

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nestor united methodist church sign:
sunday message:
a sopping wet jesus

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we discuss this tshirt over missing french fries:
this sissy survived basic training

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tents lined up along
the i-5 ramps
rippling in wind

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this moon is killing me
sharp bright slice
i dreamed you last night
no river but connected nonetheless

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someone went looking for a
mistaken satellite and ended up here

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it doesn’t matter that we’re slide-step-stepping
instead of step-step-sliding
(in fact, i prefer it)
this soft-soled whisking
this boot maneuvering
this strongarm and grace

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what if
i assert
frankie and johnny were both boys

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i wikipedia’d ‘kurdish iranian/iraqi’ last night
there is so much i don’t know
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what i heard on track seven:
i see the ties of kinship are broken/
we are the timber laid out at the mill/
we ride through the fields and the valleys/
our bodies are burning and what does god save
he saves the fire/
vacation bible school tapwater and sadness
that’s where we’re from but i hope that we
did our best/
the world is not as big as disappointment
but it is more variously dressed/
i see the doors of heaven are closing
and i see there’s rifles close to your rising
but we are only pasted to to this landscape/
we are leaning in
but only to listen halfway

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attempting legibility

hand-made envelope
postmarked rutledge, missouri
black ink and peace sign stickers

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red rosary to lips
soundtrack for one way to move with the dark

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what it means
when one’s neck is just as sore as one’s gut
the day after

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london fog with too much sweet
in a paper cup at the cafe that doesn’t believe
in washing cups

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rae uses words like good and works well
says the manuscript clearly deals with death and pain
therefore she brings me alice notley
who brings out voices of the dead
rae mentions beginning a new manuscript before the previous one is completed
(as a way to sideswipe the fear of finishing
in response to my process vs. product dilemma)
rae says irony was a way for poets to deal with
the most recent political (hopeless) situations
but now, we’ve got santorum
producing the irony directly
she wrote in print
instead of cursive
attempting legibility

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there must be a word
for the sound of bike tires
properly inflated
wheels rotating forward
it’s not whizz
or whir
or whoosh
almost a humming
but something smooth and rolling
constant accompaniment
satisfaction i want to hear
all day
against dry grass rustling
and crickets tucked in

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and then
there must also be a word for when
the weather is light enough
even in the night cool
for bare ankles
this kind of weightless
this kind of ease

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an 80 minute movie
that takes us to iran’s barbed borders
where the sunwashed stone-sand
mountain rockslide setting
doesn’t change

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sideview into a house at
wightman and arnold
12:30am
a group of young men sitting in a circle
on a friday night
how i imagine they are
co-counseling each other

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track seven:
i see the ties of kinship are broken/
we are the timber laid out at the mill/
we ride through the fields and the valleys/
our bodies are burning and what does god save
he saves the fire/
vacation bible school tapwater and sadness
that’s where we’re from but i hope that we
did our best/
the world is not as big as disappointment
but it is more variously dressed/
i see the doors of heaven are closing
and i see there’s rifles close to your rising
but we are only pasted to to this landscape/
we are leaning in
but only to listen halfway

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another shapeshift night
on the 10block walk home
wisteria blooming over gateway
my nose tucked into a trumpet of
burgamensia
how the hill of university tricks me into looking like belmont
how the night lighting is a kind of two-dimensionality
apocalyptic-quality quiet
that is always here
a kind of void
but tonight
i wouldn’t use the word like
but again, it’s this kind of lightness
that makes me think
i kindof get it
for once

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swarm of shy

shuttleboarded
and the sound of chewing
something pastry-like
in the seat behind the wheelwell

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white fogclouds spilling over sports fields
on the western edge of campus
in coastal 3pm light

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deshawn schools me
in the culture of
bottle service
between our
greeting and farewell hi-five
sandwiching the russian twist
plank to pushup
burpee circuit

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you asked for it
he said
and i am sweating while moving through push-up
to high jump
and this is very
very true

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overheard at 4:48 pm
copacetic

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six full size chalkboards
side by side
covering lecture hall front wall
with 3-foot-lettered words
chalked on:
march 1st walk-out

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my porn collective
she says it
just like that
podium-side at the head of the lecture hall

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and then she says fisting
as an example of how transcoding
takes out the hetero-patriarchy
sideways smile blooms

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front row
bored and hot
i pull out bobby pins
til hair spills down

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you know how you want something
and then when you get it
you don’t really want it anymore?
she answers
in the Q & A

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swarm of shy students
clumped
at the podium

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how i can reference a song
and that song can be a code
containing more folds of history
than one can begin to count

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let’s not mention the croissant

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of blood and uprisings

we were allowed to enter
without hand towels
but we had to sign a waiver

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working the circuit first
then we journey to dude-land

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how it is always places like this goat path
that i talk about trusting my body
stairwell moon crater carved
we walk walled in
by white sandpacked structure

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shoes in hands
ankle hems hiked
i ask if you want to tell the surfers
you’re on of them
make a disclaimer about your street clothes

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an army of seagulls gathered
on pocked sand and
one crane
white feather wisps
lifting in wind

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crouched over tidepools
liz is in charge of alive things and textures while i
am good with color
pointing to a neon green anemone

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you’re not pink enough, try harder
i personal-trainer the sky
coaxing sunset to match the hot pink shell bits
in my back pocket
i didn’t mean that
i clarify
you’re beautiful as you are

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buffness and feline
as gender

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for the resume:
personal trainer
interim therapist
rabbit fighter

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forehead ash smudge
descending rimac stairs

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this song
as i step on the shuttle bus
how i can sing

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there must be a word for
when the air
and my body
move so easily
through each other
for how the negative ions
pull away the burrs
like a magnet
how there is a lightness
opposite of regret

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sideways spring sky and
pacific sunset collide
via satellite

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in greece, austerity measures
opposed by its people
and when i say opposed i mean
unrest for days
i mean thousands gathering like a stormcloud
i mean a country whose 50% of youth under 24
remain unemployed
a country where a woman who has been assisting
‘illegal’ migrants by providing food and water says
there’s no future for us.
we can’t dream.
we can’t live.
for us this is a disaster.

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oh syria
over five thousand killed
and we are still just sitting here?
how if i wrote the name of your country
for every death
how many walls?
how many streets?
how many pieces of paper?
and when
could anything like this ever be enough

oh syria i saw the clip
of a people’s medical clinic
which was an apartment room
with bloodmesses on the linoleum floor
i.v. bags draped from hangers

oh
syria

you are too big and broken
to hold in my arms
and still you find ways to bloom

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how to pronounce darkness

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what it means to write
in a time of
blood and uprisings

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