from Rapides
Maxwell Gontarek
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The voices of the mowers rise like a grill
Alder, 1
the tone above
artery which like winter
Well prior the economy appears
At the top of the great anchorages
speaking in a regular timbre
Its hands
on cheek then
In mouth, on film, underground
The lean-to of an exact tense
in the end
Grille of
Hair bokeh
camphor
Libidinal elsewhere
Flies fly around
the complicated lamp
The rupture of the subject
in dialectical impasto
But hardier
As further than porphyry
It meant n dollars to me
It meant a sluice to me
Belts on the gate
Welling from the figures
of odor
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BBaauuddeelalaiire, there
Were strawberries on the courgettes, on the
nettle, on each inch of soil, Clothes
where bodies were Were new bodies
with impossibly human faces Wounds
undressed by experience Withdrawing
like silk from the tops of
The extra mundane
void Yarrow babbitted
with twilight At the root
of our inarticulation, what
we are made of, And
there was who was
bringing them
Any animal, even our memories
Aren’t ours
Like that
Such dismemberment Occurs
haunt so often
that here was the entrance.
<nC
Crereppuscule
Palliative
for eternity
Voiceless velar
Roger
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In the margin, muslin
In the red, the red of without sap
In ethanol, Faust capable cob ravel
In Fragments, “see note”
In my last e-nail, it was Placid
translating All portion of love All
appalling weather
In the sanction, an uninformative drainage
In the countryside it is normal for the air to behave like that
defying surface, making space
In your body, bodies
For the cuts to jump
Perfect relief, training about
the rears
Overturn, in range
Which we cannot see, writing it, in, in
The animal’s ears
A wet aby
In the box
Dig a cube
Gold dissolves
In broth note