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Hearts Not Red
Place your eye here,
Upon this board
Where I have sawed necks of cheese
And strangled chamomile leaves
Into an evening repast
Come, sit
Nostrils flare,
Close fisted around the scent
Of baking breads and the powders
Which drag a haphazard trail
Across the tiles are
Smeared with overlarge footsteps
A cloud still hanging
In the air
Ruminating
Low to ground
As if by some recent passage
Moans of some fresh transition
Carry from the nave
Across a still stretch of vacant
Pews, smoothed by many
Sweeping motions and
Applications of
Resin
Sunlight seeping through the
Overhead cracks and
Crevices
Carving rivers in the overall
Gloom
Lending presage to the whole
Butterflies perceive exothermic whirlpools within the stamen
Bat cries shudder and hurtle their refracted report
Against mottled moth wings
Which project an electromagnetic shadow
And each, sensing the hunger of the other
Spirals toward the earth
And here are we, in sensory bereft
Boredom
Thumb and forefinger twirl,
Saturated in a layer of saltwater
Adipose, pinch the hairs of my chinny
Chin chin
Sunburnt into tatter grays
Stare long
Into whalebone whites
Digits twirl absent circuits
A skipping record needle
No crisp fortune folded in vanilla
Sucrose, no satisfying snap
And jaw crumble, but scratch and
Yowl in circuits of stress and pitch
For lack of joint and range
That would vector sinew taut
Limb and cacti tensile opposable
Digits to wring the neck of formless
Consternations, had they vim
And muscle, had they liver and spleen
To run colors over a field and meet me
Hence, with my kilt lifted in an erection
Of bawdy and combative recognition
Blood, semen and excrement
Upon the horns of my charge
Neath the ground a sulfurous pool is crushed and ebbed
Acrid breaths in chimney pipes
Rising to certain atmospheric
Heights
Raising temperatures
Trapping sunlight
Revolves
Returns
Enwombed
Into an obsidian
Sea
Between the granite fists is rolled
Primal carbon
Variable elements
Hydrogen, sulfur, oxygen, nitrogen
Cracked and formed
Into peat
Is this ancient
Death
Fragmented, pressed and made
Whole
Neath the press of bones a diaphanous pearl
Has grown betwixt
The ligaments
I wish for her to reach
Beyond bars, walls, or compromise
With the lope of a wild spectre
Drawn on longitudinal and lateral lines
Of dire won genetics to pace
The confines of this terror, rot and self imposition
She gathers ninety second compositions,
Which weigh in slowly gathered percentages
On the digital video recorder
Weeps for resonance with the ambitious dream
Of some spotlight prodigy, yearning
To quit the day job and plunge skyward
On borrowed wings, jointed in flushed areolas
Of wax, whose youth is a bright green
Shoot lancing down to hover a warm breath
Upon a woven briar cupola
Her embrace is tumescent
Skin repugnant
Rough beneath lips, which
Love’s affection prompts
An occasional press
Magnesium foil flashes between the
Sphinx paws
Sand blunts his lost
Expression and
Gilt
Channels whisper
Covering many circuitous
Miles
Between ventricles
Onward, the day cycles
In chrome rattles of pneumonia
Electrochemical payments accepted, bleat
Their tepid nocturne
When owed, boxes checked sulk
With caldera dark soot and sunken
Brow, once given to bellicose fumarole, now
A utilidor hovel of musk and clay
A bed for chewed advertisements
And wintering rats
Boxes unchecked lean inward upon a pillory woven
Of unseated ribs which made wings for the victorious
Mockery of someone with the foresight to hammer
A nail into the toe of their boot
Boxes unchecked look askance in void starvation
With dopamine saturated pupil
Nannering petitions unsubscribed are peevish
In their thorough route
Redacted to some abyssal
Fold where repeated theft has
Rendered the mad
Bereft of fists and tongue
Clucking mute and impotent and forgotten
Formalities queue in ranks of address and files
Of contact information
Questions unanswered
Becoming unquestioned
Bent lines with their curious
Curvatures and inherent interests, stale
And mold, in lack reciprocal humidity
Dribbling outward in jots and putters, which
Still and congeal
It drabs
It mundanes
It sputters and shifts about on
Frayed bones
Hearts of yellow, blue, green, gold
Hearts neither seen nor heard
Hearts not red
Gazes rise in cumulative heat
Upon crossing
Shoulder pinions rotate
Upon their hinges
Nostrils heft a door knocker
Shadow mouths disgorge
Digit grease obscures the rogues galleries that,
Slide in circuits beneath screen glass
I must pause occasionally to wipe and alleviate
My boredom
A caption obscures a name
Oblivious of branched nuance that carries
Whomever you are
To here,
To glide neath my precise scrutiny
Some innate draconian recognition
Instantaneous in an assemblage of geometric
Features
A pleasing tone of ivory, an eastern dusk
An oval eye which frames a centered
Nose, whose nostrils flare in unnaturally
Caught breath
The facile promise of some life behind this
Pixelated ink portcullis
The promise of a soft pistoned momentum
Beyond the mechanical iron maw
The boilerplate greet,
Fist crisp to pate
Eyes at the vanguard
Focused, unfocused
Flexing, releasing their grip
Upon the spear tip
The circling, scenting glands positioned just above the anus
For genus recognition
The sanded wood board between us
Some broken dreamer carries a plate from
The unknown bowels
Back stage
We sup and sift through the surfaces
Of each other’s pressed
Cloth, washed and perfumed
Purring inwardly at ourselves
I order virility and confidence
But am served lumbago, with a side of sciatica
She has the seaweed salad, femurs picked
By vultures dropped neatly into her lap, wondering
If I’ll part them or steal a peck on her cheek
And smudge the rouge
Through the erratic pulse of colored
Light and static bursts of rhythmic
Sound, sweat gleams upon the
Globe of alluring animal gyration
I pass a cloth paper
Note
Below
Her black beaded eyes
..
Hearts Not Red
By
Daniel Christensen
Upon this board
Where I have sawed necks of cheese
And strangled chamomile leaves
Into an evening repast
Come, sit
Nostrils flare,
Close fisted around the scent
Of baking breads and the powders
Which drag a haphazard trail
Across the tiles are
Smeared with overlarge footsteps
A cloud still hanging
In the air
Ruminating
Low to ground
As if by some recent passage
Moans of some fresh transition
Carry from the nave
Across a still stretch of vacant
Pews, smoothed by many
Sweeping motions and
Applications of
Resin
Sunlight seeping through the
Overhead cracks and
Crevices
Carving rivers in the overall
Gloom
Lending presage to the whole
Butterflies perceive exothermic whirlpools within the stamen
Bat cries shudder and hurtle their refracted report
Against mottled moth wings
Which project an electromagnetic shadow
And each, sensing the hunger of the other
Spirals toward the earth
And here are we, in sensory bereft
Boredom
Thumb and forefinger twirl,
Saturated in a layer of saltwater
Adipose, pinch the hairs of my chinny
Chin chin
Sunburnt into tatter grays
Stare long
Into whalebone whites
Digits twirl absent circuits
A skipping record needle
No crisp fortune folded in vanilla
Sucrose, no satisfying snap
And jaw crumble, but scratch and
Yowl in circuits of stress and pitch
For lack of joint and range
That would vector sinew taut
Limb and cacti tensile opposable
Digits to wring the neck of formless
Consternations, had they vim
And muscle, had they liver and spleen
To run colors over a field and meet me
Hence, with my kilt lifted in an erection
Of bawdy and combative recognition
Blood, semen and excrement
Upon the horns of my charge
Neath the ground a sulfurous pool is crushed and ebbed
Acrid breaths in chimney pipes
Rising to certain atmospheric
Heights
Raising temperatures
Trapping sunlight
Revolves
Returns
Enwombed
Into an obsidian
Sea
Between the granite fists is rolled
Primal carbon
Variable elements
Hydrogen, sulfur, oxygen, nitrogen
Cracked and formed
Into peat
Is this ancient
Death
Fragmented, pressed and made
Whole
Neath the press of bones a diaphanous pearl
Has grown betwixt
The ligaments
I wish for her to reach
Beyond bars, walls, or compromise
With the lope of a wild spectre
Drawn on longitudinal and lateral lines
Of dire won genetics to pace
The confines of this terror, rot and self imposition
She gathers ninety second compositions,
Which weigh in slowly gathered percentages
On the digital video recorder
Weeps for resonance with the ambitious dream
Of some spotlight prodigy, yearning
To quit the day job and plunge skyward
On borrowed wings, jointed in flushed areolas
Of wax, whose youth is a bright green
Shoot lancing down to hover a warm breath
Upon a woven briar cupola
Her embrace is tumescent
Skin repugnant
Rough beneath lips, which
Love’s affection prompts
An occasional press
Magnesium foil flashes between the
Sphinx paws
Sand blunts his lost
Expression and
Gilt
Channels whisper
Covering many circuitous
Miles
Between ventricles
Onward, the day cycles
In chrome rattles of pneumonia
Electrochemical payments accepted, bleat
Their tepid nocturne
When owed, boxes checked sulk
With caldera dark soot and sunken
Brow, once given to bellicose fumarole, now
A utilidor hovel of musk and clay
A bed for chewed advertisements
And wintering rats
Boxes unchecked lean inward upon a pillory woven
Of unseated ribs which made wings for the victorious
Mockery of someone with the foresight to hammer
A nail into the toe of their boot
Boxes unchecked look askance in void starvation
With dopamine saturated pupil
Nannering petitions unsubscribed are peevish
In their thorough route
Redacted to some abyssal
Fold where repeated theft has
Rendered the mad
Bereft of fists and tongue
Clucking mute and impotent and forgotten
Formalities queue in ranks of address and files
Of contact information
Questions unanswered
Becoming unquestioned
Bent lines with their curious
Curvatures and inherent interests, stale
And mold, in lack reciprocal humidity
Dribbling outward in jots and putters, which
Still and congeal
It drabs
It mundanes
It sputters and shifts about on
Frayed bones
Hearts of yellow, blue, green, gold
Hearts neither seen nor heard
Hearts not red
Gazes rise in cumulative heat
Upon crossing
Shoulder pinions rotate
Upon their hinges
Nostrils heft a door knocker
Shadow mouths disgorge
Digit grease obscures the rogues galleries that,
Slide in circuits beneath screen glass
I must pause occasionally to wipe and alleviate
My boredom
A caption obscures a name
Oblivious of branched nuance that carries
Whomever you are
To here,
To glide neath my precise scrutiny
Some innate draconian recognition
Instantaneous in an assemblage of geometric
Features
A pleasing tone of ivory, an eastern dusk
An oval eye which frames a centered
Nose, whose nostrils flare in unnaturally
Caught breath
The facile promise of some life behind this
Pixelated ink portcullis
The promise of a soft pistoned momentum
Beyond the mechanical iron maw
The boilerplate greet,
Fist crisp to pate
Eyes at the vanguard
Focused, unfocused
Flexing, releasing their grip
Upon the spear tip
The circling, scenting glands positioned just above the anus
For genus recognition
The sanded wood board between us
Some broken dreamer carries a plate from
The unknown bowels
Back stage
We sup and sift through the surfaces
Of each other’s pressed
Cloth, washed and perfumed
Purring inwardly at ourselves
I order virility and confidence
But am served lumbago, with a side of sciatica
She has the seaweed salad, femurs picked
By vultures dropped neatly into her lap, wondering
If I’ll part them or steal a peck on her cheek
And smudge the rouge
Through the erratic pulse of colored
Light and static bursts of rhythmic
Sound, sweat gleams upon the
Globe of alluring animal gyration
I pass a cloth paper
Note
Below
Her black beaded eyes
..
Hearts Not Red
By
Daniel Christensen
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