Another "tweak" of Sandra Simonds poems from Warsaw Bikini. I think I'll rename this first section of her book: Deb Dinged Orgy Mink.
after The Academy of The Future: Scenarios and Models
do you know of the the vast, calm, still, deep chemicals covering the gaps in the deep Russian parts of our house
should a horse vanquish wolves with mortgages with its pithy eye-holes
when the bells ring twelve times / when the bells are ringing here / in the house a bell rings / to tell us different kinds of unspoken words
New York women facing martyrdom lean in against a crass architecture / two holy blue lights / one a slippery night spire / one a birth defect of love canals / they pace and glow / their face with six frequencies
like some oxygenated cells
have culture
and beards
and an appreciation for Woody Allen
so the message board goes down / the baby turns up a big wimp / we keep waking up with the same breath
is this the easiest way to turn a thumb about
an acre of science and language fall off a square of newly turned earth / we are smitten to dance and be simple ocean creatures / like our parents or like the vikings or like guitar music made ugly / the field spreads in blades and teeth each one a new place to put a letter / we glower at our words / they are as ugly as the hilltops
and now / momma / we part houses
only to drink the big gulps
pitching over nettle water
falling out big cups
I am a simple being now
so an ocean of violins swell
and my being a story
about the perfect wave
still
feels
pretty
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