M A R K D U C H A R M E
__________________________________________________________TWO POEMS
The Absence of Jello
“A laugh. And with it a
pumpkin.” —Clark Coolidge
The presence of anemones is a kind of flame
A decision to bail out projecting
Semblances into the matter
Until saying is as practical as glimpsingThese hindrances where prerecorded
While the narrow combo jangles
Up at least to an onrush, a whole
Point of tuning out (or turning in) to flameThe self is a kind of wicked stepsister
I scrawl on her tunic of bones
Reified by all sinuous primping
Like the twisted listeners who never veer
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