Saguenay/Mont-Tremblant
And in having “lost” a person twenty
years back as if out in these woods as if
looking will find will be
found
secessionist deer
detecting
currency waiting
for the sun light
in the north how positing that
as against anything
surely the sound
of the long road
getting longer
the creature often
in putting together
wds encounters
resistance infolded vowel
troubling nerve of the
glottal stop
morning registers breathing
but barely
why should the forest why
should the lac/lake why
should the “Mont”
tremble?
there is the question—
what matters what
matter is
there in the still—in the
non-trembling air
sweeping out from under—
bodies in the lake—
rowing badly
wanted soothing forever—
troubling language
words in the rough just
sitting
a hinge presupposed
actuarial fluff
off the arid thought
floats too common
to be seen
in the calling woods
the thin motionless
trees at dawn
brachial flutings the
serrated sound
tipped up
Forms of Matter
Visibility gives
out a trained eye
misses subcutaneous
call to remedy an
honest causeway between you
and your language
now that
the liquids have left
along the sedges & meadows a pre-
ponderance of starchy metaphors is seen
to collect
a semblance of wonder and
amazement dissipates arriving
in the atmosphere as a gas
crowds began to form—
darts, arrows, rodents
the humidity seemed to provoke
lastly the refusal to bloom
of those wretched stalks
the garden celebrates
water set to boil
a silt along the spine
theories coming to roost
in our cedars
“a voice like no other” calls
its shaggy fame accident
in its gelatinous state the curfew
nearly ineffective
Dream #2
Trace of a comma
hovering
in which I am both in and am viewing
a film in which a woman
in the air lands but is not seen
landing in green fields the set
includes an old barn in the near distance behind
which the landing
takes place the device used
to avoid depicting the
actual landing which would be
untenable or violent and is thus
not a part of the film
when years ago I had a similar dream I remembered it differently
a series of open parentheses—
flat white plain of cloud
below which we are about to dip
our ability to decry
as if waiting for a mind
to slip
each very true thing
about it
launch of air into
air more pure
the perimeter or perimetric paths the
streets take
moving through the city pre-dawn in a cab when
the light comes up the colors
a wash across
the word upon them
in an explanation of a moment
the failure itself has some
small lift
Three Moments
Moment 67
Sewn lines a chill
sets in upon cloth
otherwise a crisis a
fret about where the birds have
all gone or had
before they came back
it is nothing not
even a thought taking
itself out for a walk
on land that is but is not
ours to let go
Moment 24
Unlike the common species
surrounding them –
grazing the sides of the house
in passing
as if a terror from the past
overstepped
and missed them
altogether
a nominal instance
of defibrillated air
bumping up against
the ear
sprocket that time went through
along the street along
rows and boulevards
a burn—as over
the thing itself in prevaricating
throws the climbers
off the cliff
the backdrop of their dramas—
said it would come to this and
is has—
no exceptions
Moment 35
In a sense planetary in what
sense planetary features
unpinned do a favor
to my head
recurring as it does
outside my body so it
still
goes
around
our problem
of seizure
as anybody’s blood
in the bright sun
is red
to seem to say
the flavor of the atmosphere as
far as that—the eye—
can see the way a city looks
laid out