poetry || Lewis Gesner

from Cataphonic Gong

mustard pack

a spattering of angelic mucilage

hasn’t seen a scale

within the period

of the spinning

shale

there was a

red ball falling

in the funnel

when we fled

my farm’s metal robins

hatched but still in tightly coiled

finds valves releasing on the warm

from where it sits

the leg

blends owls fate with study, precision

slippers tractor tread,

minds an acre garden

tended snail

construction waste processor,

pills and cosmopolitan

embankments, banners, toy sail

the winding and the rubber menagerie

consultant times

and comprehend

the concept show

the graves of manufacture and

enamel

heads

close cropped

slid on the banister

had used one lid

the top of stoves

and propane

bored through with worms, the must and

convoluted punishments

all five lights come on

and celebrants exposed

from the small accumulations

disabled smells

orchid other premise, weed kill,

poison ivy,

claustrophobia

seasoned cutting board floor

begins to feel the thicker air

deposit striking zone

and ore

spacers

divulging in a treatment

through the measured packet

divine objectivity

formerly the rites of

the iniquities I know

repeat until the pieces

are so small they suck away

in the first and empty bin

remotes complete and ready

shielded from imprinted leaking

one that secretly is

held aside

rolled and crawled, undulated and wobbled, then asides a transparent bag of bird seeds, returns to squirm

ill fed

maxillary

dot

stationed scolded fats

baseboard heat

variously hot pebbles

bulb crop,

disrupt meaning

bronze trigger

hold in teeth the bit which

spreads a mask across a burning field at night

had invented the free standing file

carried a protein product in its belly for a child

had elongated pinchers beside

recessed mandibles

older shanker of the

past ungraces unfrozen

stirring now

probation of

similar retreat

urban glow

wrapping, under conclusion

bindery, trickling meditation

on the target of the other

person’s thought

sleep’s trap,

collapsing panels

the saint tummy welts

slather take it away

aware at the orange bucket

take it away

a different pose

more I feel, the twisted cob frame,

rewards where on the spray the instant manacle

can inside a concentration course then comprehend

the list of dozen moments when the pinch

can pull the suit aside, enough

and see before its rubber bounces back

and spend the rest between the horror of repair

batters some range depends

shoulder round, slump

embraced, the additive ribs

consumed, and barley

bas relief, worn

abundantly in attaining edges

and the disintegration of the spirit

the rise rose recompression capillary

bright the flower burst

comes the stem

after this the proud one also comes

rips the thistle from Saturn