#459 - age of heavy machinery

 

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459

2.91

age of heavy machinery

 

even the leaf as put on

where a tall wind tells

and in this climb and pounce

 

the crane snuck up, tower too

battery’s last hurrah

all the cargo lurching

 

thus touch

 

the heart

a kind of mollusc

attached to random hulls

so plies

 

the city ship upfloated

like a dollar in its dance

 

seas you’d never guess

and there are the million years

 

possum tricks, crook curled

 

you walk down a certain street

expecting time to still be there

or quiddity

 

the frog from the leapt boot

tiny as first light

 

those levers

by which flower and sun

 

a sky to tatters

inkwitted too

 

the insect levitations

ant sagas in particular

 

sleep with its terrible take off and landing

 

the soul

imagined phantom

 

and God

black box of because

 

like a feather

in pillow deep

tickling out tricks

 

we are sawing ourselves in half again

some faction with banners

to the barricade! pickets!

 

tide lines

head

and mind yours

 

Ariadne and over the horns to survive

who forgot the string?

 

a hover, a linger, the multifocal trip

blood pumped and under pressure

crush steel in a wrecker’s yard

 

the deafening virus

town never finishing either

 

it’s whistling this tune

 

high tarn cracking its

come skate

 

even the bath run off

where lie in

now listen

wait

 

every pandemic will pass

I believe the state will wither away

 

all midst of the performance

when every phone must ring