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December 31, 2007

Feathers - 7 - Sweet Sweet Candy

The sea to its leaves,
the waves to their darkness.

With no ease down
the old language sleeps
through the fire
on a breath
on a step
a subject where
repetition
a body walking
each night into the minutes
trying into existence
one must be careful
a thing or gesture
not attached to where
even darkness and night
have disappeared.

Someone should know
we're no longer human.

Posted by lck at 02:33 PM

December 30, 2007

Feathers - 6 - Lux Nox

They live on the fourth floor.
When they look out their window all they can see is the other window.
When they awake in the darkness on the phone is the other phone.

They don't know each other's names.

A wire-mesh barrel rolling every 30 seconds
at certain hours
between nightfall and morning.

Beyond the pane is green grass holding back.

He says people make him feel strange.
He knows all the old songs.
He’s fifty years now.
He has moved ahead.

The Winter’s Wheel tramples our singing.
Work out.
Don’t quail.

She stands along the pale dock-light.
She puts on some make-up.
She looks back at those forks along the way.
She has nothing to lose.

The old of the new world's steeples
against the window
nothing will know that you are gone.

What they survived.
What they could not live.
What they were.
What they stood with.

What by their lights is time to.

She didn't want to do
nothing
with anyone.

There's no anger or patience.

They live on the fourth floor.
When they open the door all they can see is the other door.
When they awake in the darkness the hand that shakes is the other hand.

Posted by lck at 02:28 PM

December 29, 2007

Feathers - 5 - Jesse

Whenever I write in numbers
to seal the water triple cap off
the drowned girl beneath
lifts her head by a slow degree

falls about her knees
like buds upon broken glass
the hands above the head
to get my headphones on.

Whenever I write in numbers
to black with civilization
these phantoms at their innocent gasp
lift glue upon my language run the route fall

in a tethered pose
like Jesse
the dark roses two years later
to a leaf of social furniture.

Whenever I write in numbers
to form a common breathing passage
the river that there alone we followed
lifts the art of each sung through

in walking paper
like the carrying skin
the vineyard stands
to trace our footsteps.

Posted by lck at 02:14 PM

December 28, 2007

Feathers - 4 - All I need

There's a hush in everything you do
a feeling across the words
 the waves conflected exert
wandering droplets of

your smile
touching places
within this teasing beauty
inside remains

short of the left side
a touch to stifle your steps
which leaves me feeling
you is all I need.

Sitting long after midnight
the eye begins to see the night
Julie and Candy
flowing with birds

after the rain stops
the landscape is another scene
and every rock drifts
but cannot leave

in the broad day
we come at last
which leaves me feeling
you is all I need.

Posted by lck at 02:10 PM

December 27, 2007

Feathers - 3 - Free-fall

Who we are and all they are
you know right here now
on the board but what comes first
comes along unnoticed

Sunda, Ayla, Reena, the little embrace we must
get to know the young air darker
as we rip for every ground
all that is missing we'll not know 

where I imagine her long fingers
have only ourselves to sell
 and if it grows holding its warmth
 to get the hang of it over the free-fall

and then dying off the nail shooting
at each passage
we have never risen
 from a slant of the evening sun

I picture her here
cracking over the details in her lap
I picture her here 
and no matter how long in grace.

Posted by lck at 02:08 PM

December 26, 2007

Feathers - 2 - To Walk, to learn

As the tides of human emergency
hitting the dive onstage
rejoice without hitting away
alive at both ends

I have begun
ten minutes past eleven
to refrain from representation
and retracing that it is another sixty minutes

as blood runs out like water
and circumstance irradiates the playground
bordering the cracked walks I walk
astounded

in the snow melted
shivered in the new wind formations
how clouds crumble
silently drifting

before I know
all I want to do
the clock moves to twenty one
as through complicity confidently forgotten

you separate the dark from the dark
to signal forty-four
the trees buck and quake
by the magnetic hectic bang

I know you do not know who I am
engaging downward from
warlike talent downcast glance
every torrent burns.

Posted by lck at 06:45 PM

December 25, 2007

Feathers - 1 - The Santa Rally

With the Santa rally well underway
behind the long arm of the law,
the crowd has it and the man in the straw hat stands in the red marquee under the ballroom.

The seasonal demand cycle,
the nocturnal pulse,
one need never leave
the front-run it and perhaps get smashed.

What happens to the O-ring when you're wrong,
talking in the tongues again
a band of light across a blade of grass,
when it was never

by a single gesture.
We would move back,
dancing too close,
arriving at the wooden gates.

It courses through the cables laid for,
it mounts to the candles and beats
tender,
blue like the sky

and changes all the time.
Involved with the surge,
in the one-day dialogue meeting,
confines of New York to grab the greenie.

Enjoy some other sign of my will that people do not,
entirely specific of breathing in the spring air,
I am always looking away
or again at something after the photo gallery.

Not yet 10 p.m.,
Ms. Greenhouse takes a drag of her cigarette,
smiles away sweetly.
I wrap myself in slanders.

Posted by lck at 07:48 PM