from Photovoltaic


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Write poems
stave off death

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Isn’t the earth warm
the dew stars and the whole
yours for more work perhaps
inside we change work changes

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Lord the voice was large
lord the voice is large
begging even

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Nurse openly and everywhere
earth hand into being
you build
we care
you cut we perish
tearing cloth apart
you are our tusk

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I had no other dream
I reported back
for this large meaning
bent this way that vernacular with me
Eden after melancholy
palms suddenly heralds

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Empty of shit the race is on
empty of eyes made of wood with indifference
don’t you straighten it
don’t pretend your mouth is not in fire
that stupidity bursts the needle
absolutely on the solid floor
race for the oar light sleeps to dream
travel through shining the ration before you
for every hurt be my large palm
Poetry



"Photovoltaic" first published in Sappho’s Gymnasium,
co-authored with T Begley, Copper Canyon Press, 1994