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January 2014

swearing off it

not by standing not for fuel
not ever

not befriended not an art
not ever

not of reasons not unfinished
not ever

not a picture not some rictus
not ever

not its own not so useful
not ever

not a gun not some volcano
not ever

not brecht not the next bresson
not ever

not an engine not a corpse
not ever


not so insightful or articulate

“ … although I did notice the mother's face becoming unfocused in the 2-3 minute bed talk sequence with her daughter.”

A moment’s material failure to focus.

Who could comprehend the mother’s face beyond the terms of this flat space?

Or a film in which the mother had not been a good one of her kind but had been inattentive.

She stands in the brown light like an early 20th century machine. Look there.

The mother. The mother. There’s an escape for the mother.

All was offered and given to accomplish no certain end.

Except in her shimmering downward can the icy business now be shown.

The mother now appealing to the simple stars she takes for answers, for flying saucers, for angels.

The son stands apart from the daughter, his sister, while the mother completes her delicate research.

She has learned more about winter. The children may be frozen flags. A short line of similarities such as him to her and back to him.

The mother restates her case. But silently. In the father’s absence. These moments are almost never about the father.

About some inexact projection.


evidence of anything equal to

what this costs

pretends to have something in its hands

a human scratch and a regret as a red bow


which has an idea

to become and becomes it failing all else

the rest sweeps in off the mountain birdlike


when we call

people who love gold too much they do not come

they are not present to this gang only to their gang


where you can see

our whole dubious museum of spectacles

there’s the thing I wanted from you - wanted and got