Democracy of Flower
(acrylic
and paper on wood; 11 x 14)
image by Nathan Spoon
Unaffected
by Strong Force
detail
i will accomplish
nothing. will
take in joyfully the glow of
this maple in nov(a).ember while
thinking about biscuits.
*
am i the failure i
have always
wanted to be. since nothing
could be worstward.er let,s
hope? snow is arriving soon.
*
On
the page.
Stars fell.
From the sky. In the night.
Fell as
snow.
A page is our heartbeat. A page is our
breath.
Our blood.
Look now.
Unmeasure. Now this vale.
*
Under a blanket.
Of
snow.
Of stars.
Carrots grow.
In earth. Through which.
Worms whistle.
In sightless unison.
retail
from vessel. you sieve
within nothing kept from
tomorrow.
doing a domain
bounded
through. to
leptons anointing
a slave mission
fizzy filigree
snatched quantity. of attic
blocks
kleptomania up
braids your hair still set
in
my hands
catacombs
are pets
beloved
ear canals
call
my vassal
derail
They are tiny.
They are few. They are snowflakes.
Pack a horde
together in time to blink
the world astray.
*
From
a lost future: smoke.
Beneath
a stone: a
*
Snake.
I put the toe of my shoe
behind
its head and, gathering it up
between
my child’s forefinger
and thumb,
carry
it, like a golden rope, home.
Once
over the fence and returned
to our back yard,
I return it eagerly to the vatic
*
And
grassy ground. Watch it crawl like
a
shoestring of imagination. Put
the toe of my
shoe again behind
its head and reached
down into the darkness
of its impossible
swivel
where it struck my
forefinger
with its
babycopperhead
fangs.
Here:
spliced
lance-marks.
tail end
which is.
limbo
sent
out
lying. in
what state
coppice
and
salty waves -
gate,
way propped
the snow
this
blue
horizoning
no.
vember
vestige
allows flesh
a
hostage
intuits bardo within
limits
stinting
at
the
meat
stash suffers
stares down
the alley/
way inter
ested
all
night
a
hinge a pivot
i’ll
swing
by
that
―Nathan
Spoon & Colin Winborn