Published January 1997
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Sticky Bread Gets Sliced{Forties 108}
Sticky decomposition web riparian cacti’s vulnerable pollen
nothing-disconnécted crowned with magenta really swimming in meaning
the general concréte bówl an ángel-structured ethereal body turned-’roúnd
ineffable expectation empty and deep awakening from tension’s unfulfilled wishes nautilus
pottery’s subterfuges times of folded foliage rose in lamplight beside
reflected space around it
Paving stones’ emotion apparently saturated the smallest part or idea of it physical
spiral wind of Alpine photons easily-prodúced Leviathan sígnified
transparent octagonal castles given by heightened logic’s phenomenal pool
intrinsic raín-tree attention materialised tilting a statue’s camouflaged amorphous
misconception formally transmitted ostensibly endocrine
bleéding from there
Layers of watching intercapillary glowing or a fluid silvery evident line perfused by nature
generic decisions of riverine rocks or valuable trunks of luminous elms
a system’s edges alive or dead or a fenestrated melon’s hormonal horizon
a fantail of petals woven precisely in a fabric of respiratory touch lighting the night a
gourd inside a spray of blood meeting an insulated frond of paper
another just planted
Like a switch remembered again like a clandéstine búmper thrown ín
her story drips but thóse dogs are over you lasted yet too soon
riding back quickly step by step who doésn’t in the middle in a vague kind of way
ín there a little bit conglomerating-up-a-staírcase don’t erase
an explosion full-stríde abstemious as mist after laughter
nothing to recognise
Paranoía-budgets’ thick collisions hopelessly return
English water over feathers in the nothing like success
waiting like time outside translation and cómparable wonder
jumping out of the surge of eyes through unexpected floods relinquishing fashion
but leaving two trees forsaken
with the sense of never enough
Stupid hairs piled under and around expérience-cuts
exhumed human going never filled or ever flowing away
the philosopher dropped through the mud over and over
the rope wrapped tíghtly ’round the tintinnabulum narrowing down already
jumping cupped deposed and awake beneath the blanket
as if there were no vector
If the ceiling were mirrored in yanks or lurches tossed offbéat
with no other choice but running in unfamiliar contiguity in blanks
that poverty and the times demand between the particular sexes
in the dwindling middle ground snow falling-úpward waíting-for-them loved
for its silence sleeping ferociously through the whole wórld
answering the passionless alarm
Over the simplest matter’s continuity wearing heavy shoes
áttributes lose their objects with the distant urge to-give-cháse
a-room-of-spare-párts with tresses across the fascinated floor
vermilion porcelain coiffures with service discontinued imagine filling the doorways
in progress’s orbit
howéver the bread gets sliced
Caesural spaces = durations of silence and/or prolongations of final phonemes or syllables:
3 en spaces [ ] = 1 unstressed syllable; 6 en spaces [ ] = 1 stressed syllable or beat; none occurs between typographical lines.
Nonorthographic acute accents indicate stress rather than vowel quality. Each hyphenated compound is read as one extended word: somewhat more rapidly than other words, but never hurried. Indented typographic lines conclude verse lines begun above them. Breath pauses at verse line endings ad lib.
New York: 16-19 March 1994; 25-29 October 1995; 2-3 February 1996.
Jackson Mac Low
Jackson Mac Low’s poetry appeared in HEAT Series 1.
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