by George J. Farrah
And this being true
And this being true
a steepled
sail of a shirt
or
news
eating
buffalo
the mark
of
November
in Spring
Who hears sad
young wives electricity
(I am draining out an awful story
or
song)
to wire you this
building kneeling
in
places
who
am I
Kindling?
or
the full
harrowed field
(my so called
musings)
isn’t
it iris grey
when you talk noon?
a re-assembled
ancient
streak
of any
city
at any time
the poplars
and ash
are
raging
the women and men
appear
as
sharp
canvas
dishes
vacuuming
the first
one I mentioned
the future
furniture is not
a rape of nature they say the best critic
is dying with the
daytime always entirely
comfortable anywhere
I will admire the floor
again and mention
sunsets similar to those flowers
that were easily
accessible before but parts of this
like a news
business are the first to be trimmed
express
themselves before the people and what
laws apply
to that because as it is true of any goal
established by the designer of it our behavior
is not
the problem nor internet nor legs or virtual
turf
the patterns lead to substitute versions of
reality which we all know are unfortunate in
what skill gets larger it is not something they
would have told us above passivity thinking
through the whole culture like that brings
it a
start so the heart
may respond
just so.
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Farrah will appear in the AlteredScale.com issue three launch reading. (Click link for details.)
This poem appears in Farrah's upcoming book, The Low Pouring Stars (Ravenna Press). Farrah is a visual artist and holds an MFA in writing from Bard College.
This poem appears in Farrah's upcoming book, The Low Pouring Stars (Ravenna Press). Farrah is a visual artist and holds an MFA in writing from Bard College.
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