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Logging Time: East by West - West by East After Rauschenberg: A Retrospective
You Who've Come To The Gate
Improvisations
Short Fiction
To This Country
Your Suicide

". . . history is a dream already dreamt and destroyed."
John Hawkes: Second Skin

From Rock

In dark & without warning
they came from cliffs / bent
like wheat against wind / howling
like hyenas swarming / weeping
blue tears //

They came with petitions / bearing
a daughter's severed braids, grandmother's
teeth, dirt from a governor's grave // They
suggest war, hint @ peace / roll dice,
roast a dog //

Our paths cross at breakfast & latrine // A
man with one eye sings Danny Boy
in a raspy voice, cracking as he lowers
his son to his grave // A girl found
copulating is caged by a cop
who sells tickets //

After six months a new wind furrows
the plateau / dancers hint at mutual distrust.
Once successful, our mayor haggles for rat meat.
Last night, someone hung a goat / tonight
we've been warned to lock blinds /
wear shoes to bed //

From Lust

Content she, chows down a juicy corned-beef on rye & him
so conscious of trim

sweating his way through mile after mile of climbing gorges on lettuce
denying water & salt & here

the poor son-of-a-bitch jacks-off all afternoon or until his cock's so sore
he can't // Fantasizes sex in his face / her tongue

in his ass // A way to stoke faint fire - image by image: slow the mind,
hour by hour: attenuate time?

From There

The sea in all its rigor strikes. A schooner buried in ice so fat & tall
only the mast survives. Eyes scour for sun to break thick fog...& cold.

Craned to the extreme, he tracks her striding up the beach w/ Lancelot her Lab & lover Pauline, taking him back to days when three could do it all...

Those days before the trek began, before the hunters starved the goose, drove out the wolf & left to chafe alone. Vainly. Chasing rivers to find

the mythical way.