Brett Price
Several different kinds of same light come
streaming and thank the blinds
for my habit today a curiosity for knowledge
of nuts and bolts which came as the preface
to a dream and sticks to some learned place I
forget or hides in the result I beg
histories in lung shaped motifs of air come
and go but A Thing and its Ghost is
now Matt Evan and Jane IÕm afraid IÕm an idiot
and none of you told me how
you must know away you are dear near dearer
one canÕt forget how good not to ache
of a tendency to transform the variety of
thems into sketches my friends
applaud for a brave true gesture however
whatÕs the meaning of I thems my
where the sound of the tear in real airs so
many questions all the same pose
a new activity to unlearn beginnings and
endings or at least to re-conceive
the various workings of walls here I am at 2:51
pm here you are but when
then now surely I is someone else but when I
is elsewhere then where am I now
I am here again at 3:07 pm with a headache and
happy to know for sure
the poemÕs no special place but often a way
for us to hurray to break
up on the page as the blinds leave lines of
light on the floor
I run the gamut of wows and damns and
hand-shake
misty from head to head. Twirl, shift, and need you.
The map makes the landscape. You are here:
Intricate island vessel
What sea?
rust
of
documents burst their pixels
and recollect us no obligation, but chance
to stretch the million possible strings from
point to point
call to mind
summon up
think of
you me she he we here is ours
coil
now spring
new seasons
I, in fluorescent light, glee to be
dancing bowing tight
strings to singing
god knows what
My guest, you are a god-like
installation of relentless resource
come
driving ambulance and make me well-
mannered or broken further if you please,
but please please. I orbit and trail am
both sail and jiggly-rigged trajector,
but not without out you
watch me lose speed then, now, blow
your curatorial intelligence through and
through
IÕll catch, I promise, deal? What about songs?
IÕm B to the R to the
E double T
then P to the R to the I—C—E
Then out, then
waves
The wind slows its hyper. I want to be sweet.
Let me build it:
The Sea