poem || Peter Ganick

listening captured.


listening to bob dylan on the 
internet washes hands 
with water and wine—
of the parachutes
on modes of prescience—
which contain 
evaluations of apology 
summoning tones iterating  
a seldom numerous chances? 

vanishing where sullen—
so the respite as frame 
incalculably a thought as
sweeping reacts to curatorial muscle.

surmounting laughs— 
where haptic evaluations remove 
the publican mirage—
just who is therefore 
to be thereforing the summershine?

where the overheard night 
indexed formats liberally 
otherwise no wooden conduit—
a fragrance in permutation 
however costly 
burnt bridges—
mercies are not replicated 
so that evidence 
meant for anomalous tasks 
becomes cases offered 
where sitting and standing
remasks surety.

a mood of cell-wise inquiry—
nor grasping an introit 
whether inverses otherwise 
beget the decision 
of salutary pluralities 
to evoke as near ensembles—
their confidence from parallax 
is otherworldly—
the spaces that are bested 
are walking from that shaman.

precisely one sediment over another—
an anthem wakes itself 
once to those carriers—
the trust of personist evaluations— 
of mottos whose centrisms 
in periodic nuances
festoon lesser camelots.

the comprehension is 
gestural for maelstroms— 
no silence for tremors—
temblors are seismic dustbins.