July Poem 21: God’s Eye

Ridding the winds of Hurricane Matthew.

A felt vibration of wind, in a word.

Ephemeral slight of meaningless wind.

Up from the rock strewn friction chips signaled

Itself relax. Those who escaped the rock

Were lost. For my part, I swam. On that rock,

The stone music led and had envisioned

The deep, the stone. This was the cornerstone

If the cornerstone happened. The white line

In the water, to clean his catch on man,

God’s eyes watered the dew point like a ghost,

Took water, and rose up the stately streets

Between the high wave that rose up in him

In the blowing in off the lapping waves.

July Poem 20

Is the governess a prologue?

James’s discursive field of letter.

The governess said after and then repeated governess.

This phrase could be sign that he had himself.

The reappearance of a story to tell his story

Creates an area of discourse.

I saw he was not hand.

 

James following this, I took for an argument.

Yes, the competition, the went.

This nothing two more times,

James Douglas.

 

Elsewhere, Francesco and Miles

Repeat the word. Up until page 6.

Before Miles admits to having

Opened the story to the group.

 

Before the fact, the manuscript arrives.

And how the author’s hand postpones his telling

Should be referred to as the hand of agree.

July Poem 13: The Room for Mysticism

Television

The original answer.

To blame for the empathy

And magic in my life.

 

Like games engaging a conspiracy

Keeping us fat and listless.

 

Not like cellphones,

A higher standard of kinship.

Only the cellphone.

Categorized as the wheel of being.

 

Or the internet,

The instructor.

 

It has an odd ability

To personify the people

That taught it to think.