Month: February 2014

Tan Lin

   
tall blank zebras appear

 
              A
To care. The aerogramme made a lily of necessity,
stumped box, redolence ribboned far off in the glass
cities I opened and closed to the dandy
drawers. A colt emerged on a clotted pansy. A pan
required fanning. This repose a thread files.
Inside the spitting rope sweeps
like a foppish knot or lighthouse,
a beam where the sun withers like snow
in its box of jewels. Like a towel-like now.

 

tiny broom zippers boxed

 
               Z
Light as a ruler, I knitted the whiffing train to coverlet.
Dark, I had my lips. They travel apart when I kiss.
Exonerated groove. The captioned stock box
waved to the master's bedroom.
Clacked suds. All flaking tide and shout
was music walking out a headlamp.
Engined isthmus, emerged track of levels, it could be
nice. The pubescent birdie sleeps
in a closed head. So,
it knows or it knows.
A crumb held out a mighty
citron in a beak, screwed backwards.
But no ox sniffled to an owl
or stockinged box strum through bedroom.

Judith Goldman and Lisa Jarnot

One

And where did the Dutch get their vocabulary?
A “generation and transition” company make the
water muddy. Transitional generation in company
of a muddy mere formality: or was it going Dutch,
in transmission to transition? A mere formality of Dutch,
a merely formal vocabulary, to be used “in company”
of Dutch transmissions. My mission was to dutch
a trans-generation, to formulate transitions.
Or was it going muddy in the company?
I threw mud at mimesis, a mere Dutch formality.
And where did the Dutch get their vocabulary?
Formerly, the Dutch kept company without vocabulary.
My former mission was a mere formality,
but I doubled my Dutch on the company’s transmission.

Two

Primitive haze or composite rejection?
Such training requires persistence–
a fateful hour, a stupid wheel, praiseworthy
annals–the main term “reaction” would be
retained, though searching for innocuous
phenomena. It was not enough to have
a patternbook, a dictatorship, or to claw walls
looking for paint. Returning to the decoding end:
you make it more cryptic. I’ll pant effectively.
Roughly, in the rough, we are roughing it.
This happens when I forget to differentiate–
a false proposition of the first order.
Or say: “When you hate maps, you hate the future.”
Our lines are at stake in the border.