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  1. precipitate

    from the roil,
    from the boil,
    the slush of forgetfulness
    frothing; the casting
    vapor wafting off;
    a hard and shining dust
    in the bottom of the pan –
    for now, not now, too hot to touch,
    but when it cools –
    when it cools –
    we’ll learn what exactly
    was drifting around in there.

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  2. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

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  3. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  4. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  5. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  6. fingers in the spokes

    there is an allowable amount of horror;
    a simmer agreed upon,
    a subset of families dragged
    away in the night, a volume of dogs
    shot point-blank by the state;
    human is the excuse-making animal.
    given a slow enough stalking
    even a flimsy doe will turn and scream
    and kick; will try anything
    to alert, to defend.
    but our threshold are high.
    the factory consumes hands;
    every day, one or many –
    but so long as the product is good,
    who bothers to care?

    #daily #DailyPoem #dailyPoetry #dailyWriting #Poem #poems #poetry #read #reading #Writing
  7. Once More With —

    his eyes went glassy, glassy, grazing
    out in the back nine, his fingers reaching
    down and plucking mustard
    like they used to retrieve tees;
    the man with placid face has
    gone delicious; gone divine;
    become something more than man,
    something less than food,
    something caught in
    history’s mouth, something
    ground in the gullet of a tale
    as old as time.

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  8. THE SIX THOUSAND GODS OF WISHFUL THINKING

    They are up there! All of them!
    They are watching us with
    half a span of attention, they
    are watching us and dawdling their phones,
    they are surprised how much we’re like them, but
    not with any familiarity; any fondness; the
    six thousand gods are pretty sure
    we’ll get out of this one, we
    always have in the past; the twelve thousand
    (less or more a few) eyes are drifting away,
    through the cool of space to some other
    place, with some other people:
    it’ll all turn out alright, probably,
    they’ll check back
    later, maybe,
    and see what’s left

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  9. beneath one fern

    beneath the green a
    world of information; a
    universe of happenings, unknown
    to those big peoples –
    beneath one leaf a scent-trail,
    a hunt, a war, a
    thousand thousand crawling things
    that live and die
    like us,
    that survive
    like us,
    a sense of scale
    the same as us, with
    skyscraper oaks outside
    their homes;
    with grassy, dangerous fields and
    water clarifying in tracks as
    legible as crater-blasts;
    it is all happening always
    at every scale,
    lesser and greater.

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  10. The I

    over and over and flying through
    the heaps; and under the
    shimmer of garbage, the
    sheen of filth; over and
    over it looks, it listens,
    it hears from up there,
    over, and over it
    glances left, right, center,
    and takes in nothing !
    and hears nothing !
    over it goes, over
    corpses of friends and
    foes, over corpses of
    the still-living, the
    still-dying, over !
    nothing is enough,
    for all is under !
    under !
    it flies, free,
    untouched!
    untouching!

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