Sun Shine Body
The pressure in the mountains relaxes the author
of conspicuous design, relaxes the day-to-day
literature of the never going to happen, into
the testimony that nothing has ever been done.
Nothing is an average idea – a fun sort of
human drama, a catalyst of separation, a cut
that continues the sorrow and danger and confidence
of our bizarre trust in our invisible houses,
designed for the nothingness of years to come.
The doctor does not mention nothing in the
content of the content man, and offers no
guarantees, no catheter credit-card free
diseases. Under way now, in his first day
as father, he killed himself, seized by
on-call Disney fish, and now his time is restarting.
The city is nothing and longs to scare visitors
so that they are reduced, sun-splashed with
eyes, body, ears… commissioned by those with nothing.
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
- Fledgling
- Job
- 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
- Dysmorphexia
- 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