I Sea The Street
"Hereafter, perhaps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the commonplace - some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects."
-The Black Cat, Tales of Mystery, Edgar Allan Poe
Where strong men dig with grenades,
the city sleeps too
Hike through tangerine orchards here
to a dormant volcano
Craggy coastline and rugged people
who ride horses and eat horse meat
who ride horses and eat horse meat
Everyday, a train more than a mile long
Travels alongside a highway in Albany, New York.
Wrinkled old women
In chilly waters.
In Riverside, California Deborah says a voice
named Dora told her to burn books in the hall closet.
She lite them while her parents were sleeping.
Then walked down the street to buy dog food.
In JeJu, South Korea, some people just buy stuff
in a month to build a museum.
More than hundred museums on this island, half of Rhode Island.
Ms. Oh runs the Teddy Bear Museum.
Teddy Bear Mona Lisa
Any animal Mona Lisa folded.
Who accuses each other of copycatting?
Of running lame amusements
Of cutting deals
Of saying I love you and mean it
We could be anywhere when it rain, my Mother says.
I ask, How is your hearing.
My Mother and I are dreaming
Two separate dreams in two separate years at the same
time.
It always starts the same
The people are in their houses
Thunder gates rain
Pouring pouring
It’s fingers were elaborate fingers, nothing fancy
But cracks so bright and tightening vines.
In Wisconsin, Milwaukee Department of Natural Resources offers free ice
fishing clinics at park ponds and lagoons
A how-to fly tying
II.
Trick art images let people pose as if stuck in a shark’s
mouth
Or having a drink with five scantily clad woman.
Where the dawn rides in with horsemen
And it is a day isn’t it?
At least in the mirror
who wouldn’t want to be named Thor
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