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Sleep Cycle
Dean Young

We cannot push ourselves away

from this quiet, even in our sprees

of inattention, the departing passengers

stubbing out their smokes, arrivees in tears,

lots of cellophane, the rumpus over parking.

Wind scrapes leaves across the road,

first flashes of snow, it is dark then

it’s really dark. Forgive me for not

writing for so long, I’ve been

right beside you, one of the vaguer

divinities blocking your way with its need

to confess all its botched attempts at love,

what started the whole mess. I love this place,

its absurd use of balustrade, the chairs

that dig into the spine, motorcyclists

propping their drunk girlfriends in the sun,

men playing timed chess with themselves,

the guarantees and warnings that entice us

to the brink of what they warn about.

But we can do no more than pass through
these rooms and their sudden chills
where once a plea was entered almost
unintentionally that seemed at last
to reveal ourselves to ourselves,
immaculate, bereft, deserving to be found.

 

 

Advertising Carousel by Florian Rivière

“… desire is full
of endless distances.”

—  Robert Hass, Meditation at Lagunitas

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Descriptive camera by Matt Richardson

 

A child looks at the Little Girl Giant, a giant marionette created as part of Sea Odyssey, a love story based around the sinking of the Titanic, in Stanley Park, Liverpool.

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“Poem” by Maurizio Nannucci

it’s so difficult to stop asking you for permission I want you to know this I don’t want you to know these books are field guides we become examples your white teeth your present teeth no jaundice no head-shaped indentations in walls I searched for you in the words you weren’t there persistent you to lose language even for a moment is to know terror and people worry about spelling how far have you come since your orange t-shirt I think your heart was broken then or about to break training wheels too late give it a shape give it a global shape or there’ll be trouble local trouble why did the words fall out then reply forward reply to all cool waiting remember we talked about your brother now my brother lives with the crocodiles see how we run from the before place oh there are days when I know I should have stuck with plants your keys resting on a book lost now he who hesitates quick insert something by that sad french man prove it quickly pass me down some of that rarefied air I looked at the chickens and didn’t see them I thought you would be friends with an example and for a few hours you were

 

local coherence

her lists of nouns don’t move me
(your inverse uncanny valley poet)
I’m sorry, I tried
there’s nothing there

I leave the lids off my pens for days
my bookmarks become ridiculous so
I email URLs to myself
(and anyone else who might listen)

a woman knits during a keynote
a child cries on a train
kindness is diverted into 140 characters
file this under poems about activities

if we find poetry in machines
does it matter if we put it there?

all those conversations in your head
the critic mocks stick-writing in sand
as if a grief so big could ever be elegant, coherent

hey noun girl white teeth girl
here are haloperidol afternoons
here’s this boy whose nose was broken by other boys
on his way home from school
here is something that is not clean
& not for you