Thursday, October 27, 2011

& the family business thrives

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autumnal








i don't enjoy saying much about photos, but i'm more than mildly proud of this : squash, cabbage, onions, shallots, heirlooms, etc. : the cab was full, too : & yeah, it rode : nothing holding it down at 70mph : in the words of paul crik, i killed it








c.l.y. : apples from floor to ceiling








bernard








geography (frau young/boise)

a very stupid child round with excess/ once told me that a feeling won't stop/ until all hands let go like water/falling into the cavity of/ a left bear in the offing// but where is the petition &/ to whom must we submit it/ to begin anew not with family our friends/ but with our own solitary dark matter/ in collected rays of light/ without the petina of command/ or dried blood beneath a fingernail// i see the miniature pure white horse running/ covered in the shit of a flock of sheep beneath its feet/ & the weight of that refuse weighs it down and/ keeps it warm from winter// i see the clouds moving not/ by looking up and skyward/ but by looking out to the efflux/ of shadows loosening down a yellow mountainside// hear me brother/ apply an us to my i/ give me a we for our/ tear me an electron from/ whatever atom you may find/ from a frosted garden/ october time






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