Left each chapter within us
I think I’ve been reading, entirely entrenched in
the local color life and death of rapid fire calamities,
alone in the bloodshed of a flower farm.
They have failed to revive me on purpose
because my story is a crafted fear of creativity
cast in an enclave of actors recovering outside of time.
I have a new and better means of travel and am saddened
around the arrival of writers and their unyielding wire fenses.
In fact, I have no use for writers anymore,
for their finely truncated, sharply sweating summary of years.
This poem originally appeared in The Grave of the Great Alley of Clarity Cats, an anthology of poetry written by Mike Giardina. The complete the anthology is available below:
Table of contents:
- Sun Shine Body
- On arrival in a lot of no civilization and plenty of letters,
- The unable to deliver
- An upwards slanted walk
- A familiar voice
- Those who have a standard way of going
- Left each chapter within us
- Warm smile not found in her cigarette
- To regain his composure for figures
- Food for rejecting his feet
- Even during--even if it during
- Lying on the floor, stretched after stir
- A soldier frames the wall
- A step by boulder
- A train by life station
- I was able to take the old north of town
- Bradbury's closet
- A mummy's leggings
- Sipping mother's sweat
- Flash like an individual there
- I realize the skyline while playing catch with mother's death
- Running far away from a city, to return a week later
- Carried the clock over
- We have been meeting years
- Chocolate Italian princess
- Champion of Years
- "How much longer will I be able to remount the mothproof thrusting..."
- Over as rivers are over