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Implacable Art
Anna Mendelssohn | |
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from Implacable Art.
messages left for
Staged whispers.
in medéa mé,
Naturally i
a man who snatches a ring
To have life taken twice
But that wasn’t what
pladd. (you who say either)
of Lorca.
I object.
the ribbon & white
poetry is the lack
light on water
Europa
friday.
nowhere receipts cough
to any who want poems to give them answers.
Tancred and Garibaldi always slept together
Addicted to dealing in out of work hours
birdhall lane
Art made
if we are not careful
Xalon. Salo. Bibilis. Martial.
Poetry does not deserve evil keepers.
that there is law breaking
they never
wrap yourself in jam jeunesse
are people armies that their faces
digne
virago.
and Waterloo Westminster
the second hurled whore.
serpentine swallow bracken potash arboretum
at the moment,
basalt.
scratching black frosted stained glass
it is only mind seeing only red hot coals
L’appris
My Chekhov’s Twilight World
Concentration camp styles
underground river.
to a writer.
This is the reason
it was an art & is now a function
all had them gone
geo Alkan jeo
à la France
that is what you are told
cosmetic scorn
cold fifty years of months
zinzolin.
bad news / a man / has choked
I also wish to refer to my loathing
I know. it sounds tendentious
Reminiscent of flat expanse
Zephyrus
I have been made of no
Venus 27. ending 20th C …
malfaisant
the lord
minnie most beats up thérè torchée
they thought, at midnight, of discs
they get their own way
off the cuff
now that I can collect shades
premières. scriabin.
flat hat.
Ship in a bottle
fuschia In her wedding gown
That the whole
the Use of censored wars
sudden joustings
Brahms’ numerals.
The arrested poem
open the tube cylinder
Naturalia
“Je suis navrée de vous contradire.”
someone else is walking |
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Europa
a little insight
no great light
somewhere
circulating
sorrow helps
& trust in
human compassion.
what does not help
is the piling up
of pretence
& incapacity
for self-effacement.
although
even when
one's face
has been effaced
the light
being false
of face
to the true one
her beans
and spikes
wring out
a handsome man
the door flings
open your mysteries,
pounding
into powder
take wing
words pit
each others skins
following closet kings
tomorrow
falls on frail things
who our fathers were
in which notation
salon perfection
low swathe
tickets for two
on home and wave
the gilded spire
the wing's tipped golden
noces on heaven’s outermost
pole pollen smeared
each finger nail |
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