Before Arrriving
Matters of existing tapestry
called forward bend to light
or pass the tactile regimen.
An arc reluctantly sheds
its flight to clearing, tone
however classic, the grain
as threaded. Sense tends
to resist the least envisioned,
insists on fact as decision
embodied in tactile review
lending the nearing vision
a rapture past hearing
akin to division turned inward,
on weight amassing granite
at the pace of fastened illusion
Well Outward
artesian goddess truffle
as a scaffold mixer resumes
its corollary thrust
the leaf impounds its jacket trench
gardens du jour
their enamel templates market
elixir panels
stormed to wooden vagaries
a notch in every void
resounds the fixer crepes
where castle antlers loom
pachyderm memoirs short-bound
a bellicose war bond
while liver transits founder
boiler-water pavilion
marches transit points far past sight
A Beef to Grind
Coring slather grate bandana furls
impute a retrospective lather slate
where gathering empenada stakes
breaded machete cutlets to a standstill
of amateur cranking. Sealant bagels rank
the highest among oily competitors
refuting their clams at potato banks
or other fixtures of the needy, as applied
in dank massages. Dough brings
prurient flanks to their knead. The thread
clings to caste fascinations whose umbrage
shakes the reedy stills. Breaking motion
turns noon to ambient tomato legends,
an about-faced rigor shaken. At its breaking
crest, the tide slowly widens its sequel
fling to maturation spills. Antenna
shuffling brings gazebos to a standstill fulcrum,
no dolmen as specified. Turning
the national travesty aside breaks
the banner circle wide as a gate untied
before dead cattle calls stew home.
texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
Thursday, February 17, 2011
3 poems || Vernon Frazer
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