the very so or a ball game is over the most involved have no images in for the taking in for the taking told Clear from the Steer sometimes in jars it’s the kept that affects all along the grass aground where a crane bird strewn is what it took from being there to put something like it there something liked in the first place so frail to its track dressing the exercise as it is stilled and even to pick up the gaze so we can be and not know whose heart names a river the dusty floor Done Lungs all the understatements rolled up as one couldn't extend as vulnerable days that one saw moved yes to stay sends nothing to the shards from what fetches the bulk of having ended its public is gone whole times that right themselves from talk Red Caught by Taxonomy there were ways to say this some has been that is the random wetness that happens to irritate itch or grow largely warm so massive the adequate clutter believes if all could be coconuts how precise would the hidden floor be Dog Draw Dog "But the world avenges itself on those who would lose it by skipping over the due process of elimination..." --John Ashbery full strength used to prefer adios eidos I can boil this one down on my own the impossible ribbed on the way back ride the momentary shine a stranger leaves likened to beauty marks studying the proof of nesting Petaluma for Bella & Marlee though she looks up at what who knows how they face the volumes that series my life who heads on closed and understands the not at once altered step in for the bodies no privacy beyond what she thinks Tickled I can believe in the worm that all god’s children have shoes what perfected the full to function the mottled height all night long but closing may not stand for so much to enjoy the visionary peal not this is what we’ll turn to as if raising an ache but to be from going remains from what moves in the so long good mud Pressing Around so to become stores as though to desert the last and still the scope threads antiquity flat who knows these bony taps in last hours + the skin at some level to give or grow packing the mentor cold with his nose to happen alone knowing wool’s urgency has likewise dried for usefulness one feels the most of it for we’ve chosen to go on + lousy counting ethics is when asked how breeze less and close another deal to tell + as he said to matter is your pour particular to certain bands it doesn’t matter who does it but it sure makes a difference who doesn’t + perhaps to say it’s accidental as opposed to say reshaped and witnessed by the fullness of its own memory however various it's there to what belongs to the various abandonment of things the honor without its source what gives way to the forgotten explain where the draped things come and who had the sense to take things off + so or grow to the life kept on up to now these seal the next when telling you can expect the distant affront for the ages from the secret of taped sounds with what times sleep to wander a little too easily for sense the bare leading toward the huge center that notes we’ve been there often enough and with no need + mamma as a rule came fast lending this word to the direction that changes its own sheet the sudden event of bare attached things a chair is something for everyone so no problem mamma I now understand good night © 2005 Jordan Stempleman. All Rights Reserved. |
Jordan Stempleman currently lives with his wife and daughter in San Francisco, where he attends San Francisco State and works as a tobacconist. He has had poems published in Bridge Magazine, Columbia Poetry Review, Moria, New American Writing, Shampoo, Word for/Word, and Milk Magazine (forthcoming). His first book, Their Fields, is available as an e-book at: Moria eBooks . It is also available as a paper copy here: Lulu.com.
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