Author: Jared White

Cold clone
You were invited
To the silver age
You fretted
On the margins you
Courted overhearing
Heard too much
And let your facial expression
Become your face
A sort of story
Storytellers tell
In between stories
They look to replicas
To remind themselves
Of lost originals
Like mountains of porcelain
After an age of winds
I thought your myth
Was only a thought
Like a hot doorknob
Opening into dark fires
Cracking liminals
To hear something noises
In anymore ears
Cold clone
Going gone
You told nothing
Where your mouth had been
Your mouth still was

Drowrowrow
A ghost story

In ghost tongue
Touch ratio

Verso converter
For cryptogram eye

When bough bends
Woods break

Ecotonic
Bittersweet borders

Have I explained
How poems cheer

On roadsides
Collecting refuse

Under echo bridge
Imaginary histories

Are the only kind
Equal and opposite

Close your I’s
Je among jeux

Bring me
The bringing

Datum
Without lines

Make points
Numerous

Saplings of
Indeterminate

Wantlets
Wouldlings

For new world
New skills must be
Learnt

New tools new
Teeth fingers

Trust process not people
The process is to live
The living way
ASAP among germinals

Poem? Po them back

These fighting words
To the death they fight
As oil under water

The prepositions volve
Surfaceward
You get used to it
Are you going in?

Gelid and gilled
Your capabilities abound

How thou you are
To accommodate
Such provocations

Where others are kin
You are kindred

A poem titled doom
Read before writing

Like shoot first
What does fish food
Smell like?

Fear is louder
At noondawn
Oodaing clocks
Of twelve instances
Wordtimes
I’m trying to hear you
Says the jackhammer
Cordless, no strings
Just empty cups
On plaster walls
It’s above my pay grade
Says the paymaster
Everyone likes to say things
You don’t
Even have to pay them
They’ll pay you
For listening
Song for song
Intimate intimation
Beat your heart
With symbol
It’s ambiguous you say
Like an optical illusion
You can only see once
No why not nu
Humble particle
The river
Fjords no fork
Sinisterthesias
All the ambi
Guosity creeping
Out to sea

As promised disenchantments
Temper a clavier
Clay not the dirt desired
Quadruped pants

How much nots have nots
Don’t have
Riddles
Like poems devoid of poetry
Ostraneny umber ax
Sugarless pebble lemonhead

Any sack bigger on the inside
Inside it out
Presenting
Musics of quiet
Carved on clothes
History rising from shadows
A rage twills

Red breast
Burn the broken branches
Litotes plagues
Ironies maidens

Any hard thing
Is a someday sword
Act two, Chekhov’s gum
Slip on mind
Cartridges in the maybeverse

Give mirth to maybes
Poetry sheriff or ranger
Surest if
The first word in word is of word

Encycloramapedia
Instructions, outstructions
Run on the run
Craftwork lunch
Are you sure you don’t know?

Exude former ude
Your odes retracted
Palisaded etudes

Correct attitudinally
Dialogues and dusklogs
Mesmerize the message

No knowledge but know how
To dye-a-poem
Day glow in the sunshine

Flusters darkness in you
A riven flow, a pitted olive
Like a pen cap on the tongue

Only similar things are alike
Objects on fire
Repel the enveloping flames

The envelope is sound
When it is new but wizened already
Crowded in, crammed in crannies

Population populi
You have become accustomed to
The customs here

The double lives
Of triple agents
Student of happiness

You know the song
And what it costs
Tongue says face tells

Do I repeat myself
Beginner’s luck
Up to and including

The caterpillars caterwaul
Wrong movements
In right direction

Cautious cautionary tales
Raisin bread
For the raisins

Shade gardening
I masticate the message
Maser guidance
Hug routine

Just a single mar
A face in the bark
I call imagination for want
Of better

Who are your betters
As you join them
The rockiest rocks
Sound the soundiest sounds

I take my seven league boots
For a seven league step
Not knowing yet
How far seven leagues go

Fellowship, friendliness
How tenderly you forget
Like blowing up a balloon
With a tiny image on it

Growing but fading
Signatures of natures
Speech is the sound
Of destruction

Where the where is
A shell around a bubble
Contains no such thing
Sleep, water

The box folds flat
The flat folds too
Storyocious
Oblong obs

Yes the dramatic situation
Resembles other situations
Of yeses to other questions
The yes is a metonym
Of all yeses ever
The total yes
The galaxy revolves around
Exploding its explosions
Parsing parables, swishing swirls
A memory on fire
Until eventually the now
So totally subsumes the past
We have to stop to ask directions
Hermenaut
Don’t panic
Don’t again but more
Don’t with magnificent intention
As opposed to?
That is what poems are for
The opposition
Loyal or disloyal? Yes
Every thing is the same thing

How about a little endless in the afternoon
All the limited stock I prefer more of
My preferences not quite opinions
Like activities inventing a personality
Zero masque for the astral masquerade
As you wake up another person
Following seven dresses to the fireside
The ball glows by the air’s own light
Heat rising promiscuously off my body
Thermoceptive, sensing the gradations
Minimum inheritance or welcome curse
For the duration of poetry don’t cry
Here is the zipper where a soul shall be
A radio unraveling in the navel of the galaxy
Blackstars decorate whitehole
Ignore it you can only discover what you know
Coming back to life also the weeds
Overwhelmed with excellence
Living a higher life as on tippy toes
There is no such thing as bored only unready

Every footstep
You meet with

Your foot
Kicking it

Pull your fingers
Into your cheeks

The air stays there
Forever ready

To be breathed
Nude faces

Eventual surplus
I feel about you

Ditto ditto
Knock knock

Who’s there
Rapture

Even a dispersed magic
Still glows
Plurals of plurals
Yellow the vowels
A one winged bird flies
Flying, signifying
Trying to make
Something happen
Or at least
Happenings sum
As hap symphoning
Asleep apoems
Or bust, where is bust
Try that too
Practicing praxes
The up gazes down
Dreams of dreamlessness
Excesses of lesslessness
Hand eye coordination
Tongued tongues

To have a home
You start with land I think
And be there for a while
With your body
That has to be somewhere
Light and courtly
In the nest
Making noise
The full regalia
In the dictionary
Words defined by each other
Like feelings without brains
The red your eyes give
Colors of no world
So generous!
The entropy of
Putting it down picking it up
Now where’d you put it
The whip knots up so fast
The cord and the bark fuse
The past is where the bodies are
A neighbor comes over
Across hedges, down corridors
Asking for salt
Has that happened to you
Do your salts run low
As sugars accumulate
The seed won’t sprout
Unless overwintered
Needs seasoning
Pour yourself
Into your body
Have you wintered enough
Cats and dogs and poems
Are free
Adverse possession
Here is the stump
Of a branch
You didn’t cut
You want words
Only blue plays
Among red bulbs
Overhearing, overseeing
Overtouching
Grazing shoulders in recline
Your home address, speech
To underlings and groundlings
Hoi polloi
What other polloi
Have you encountered
Neighbors are also diagonal
When you don’t pay for it
Everything is free

Dèja vous
You, everybody

Return to the land of fire
You’ve held the finger

In the air you’ve blown
The air the finger is held in

Mysteries of solved
There is no music

But mood music
Antimood reclining

Across the planet
Hedgehog decisions

A feeling exactly like yours
Expresses itself differently

While you dance
It squints at the dust

Warning or promise
An eventual opera

Threatens the magicians
Who mime their movements

To the oohs of the chairs
Exactitude, exactingly

A shadow is laughing
Doppelgänger, trippelgänger

How many gängers
Does it take

As the wide beam scans
The narrows

From almost to almore
Inchoates horde

Horses on horseback
Astral studlings

Stunned in situ
Head in deerlights

You have oiled
Where the oil goes
Asking the morning
Is the oil good
The sleeping trees
Drink the earth
Some black roots
Beneath a long
Slippery fingernail
All acting reacts
Going for the arm ring
Throatless word
Coyote
Rips from rabbit
A limp paw
Torn little foot
And it’s lucky?
Rain dissolves the rain
Peach time is waiting
Unbuckle your barrages
Good poems do nothing
Bad poems disqualify
How do you look?
With your eyes

Like an unmade bed
The galaxy is full
Stuffed, extinct, noise
My biceps, for instance,
Contain tiny zebras
Incorrigibly grazing
On yellow shirt years
The farm you see
Vegetable instructions
Intuit grapes, worms
Between teeth they pop
Protein language
A symbol on strike
Doesn’t it deserve a salary
Labor of being alongside
Like the corsage in a lapel
What an unusual vase
Wearing the indoor binoculars
Nightgear at noon
Clockle tickle tockle
The zoozoo death marches
On the Death of March
In Death-on-March
Two fortnites or so pass
Wax and wanty
Old thresh
What do you want?
The contraries
To soothe canaries