new poetry and poetics edited by brian kim stefans - Arras.net

A two-syllable speed to conquer sequence.
O swallower of former designs! I limit myself to extending my hand.
________ plays covertly under the pad. My object and reference sits outside,
punctuated by the extension of another.
A cup cupped to the lip and a tuck tucked into the armpit. Little plateaus in various
arms. The line that seeks purchase is drawn to the light, vaguer at the edges.
The airplane is a square dot bracketing vision’s bubble. For wider coverage use a
car, cutting in your suggestion tapes with sinews of mood and tempo of ballcourt.
Virile shadows can only be covered by foot. A fig and a berry grow side by side,
unhindered in a hamper. My trousers don’t quite reach my shoes. Weaving in and
out of ourselves, shooting acetylene, catwalking over bones. We don’t move with
any special caution. We must extend until our molecules part, and we are spliced
into the image in a kind of non-facial pout.
A palpable drift. Limp carrots, some limes. Some lines I forgot. I don’t feel like
squeezing into my car tonight.
A scenario in which I skate with buttered soles. There’s a storehouse at the end
of metaphysics. You have to cut your hair before you go in. Hello shampoo!
Hello!
I began in a very childlike way. Sweating cubism out. A froth of nuance lathers.
Half-access to a sink, a concern with physicality as concertina, pigment. A field
of lost edges. Cold spring air poses a colourless question. Systems grow out, like
deltas, into the oceans.
Turn left as you turn right.