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Three Poems by Karen Garthe THE NOMINATION In the Vietnam café, in mostly looped French There is a manual of the world’s originally indigenous Vernacular idea A patent all worry snows in the café and ranges over (you in your Prague wools are also Castled there) Je ne caresserai pas L’Érudit, that Child Lord Horus with his hoop of stars and his finger in his mouth Who could thus Preternaturally Still our ranks or trade the deep thumbmarks of Old Cross for a rictus modern Nevermind Apostle of Broad Geometry I will not pet the scholar with his washer of stars In the café in glittering duck fat and beer French toggles in the neck position, my ears flutter shut in a stretch and the spine of the world’s original Premise Vernacular idea His finger in his mouth can sneeze Our little death Frayed escort Corrections Bully the animals of the odds, a child’s Rigid Christian Bread drifts, the wine hauls its chambers Old Love takes a sibling Companion Tongues lost to Her Rake trigs of Her wisdom struck its difficulty struck (its way sleep - if you even have a body Mortgaged, >confide) Troubled odds at the end of laughing Not a day goes by without them mastering how to throw themselves into blue’s old blue Frayed escort, inched from you I'm ransoming Andrew, all bespoke Recreates loneliness of the necessary past heart hurt rings circling high in the vortex of V or pinnacle, I continue to wreathe the lie, you remove the truth fat grouse of speckles unspelling its design tray for runneth and ash drifting to my pills No, Granddaddy, you come with me sleep is undeserved palpitations have spent their delicacy, now they ride out time The sill’s bowed from settling I fear the righteous remove from reason & Andrew --- whose jabot and puff build-out the edge of luxury recused from crime newsy exhales erotic posting airs on air up & down the heart hurt stairs that Andrew, all bespoke Eclipse of Effort That Hurt Form | ||||||||||||
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