Tag: Jared White

Were revelations velled
You could have un-velled them

To dance the seven
With your head on a plate

Tongueburger
Satiated apricot

The joke in poems
Is pronunciation

Elocution probe
Moon’s moon

The neutrals have won
A little channel runnels

Down flatland
Through the marsh

Skyly
Stroked by the feather

Heart-ear
Swallow your pilgrim pill

On pilot’s checklist:
STAY ALIVE

Dignity, always,
Dignity

Magellan flagella
Muriatic blurb

I assure you
Says the crocodile

Rude with mouth full
These tears are mine to give

Clocks never say midnight only 12
Dring droses ring bells

Stow the bleachers fold the dais
Ribbon the scrolls

Nothing is permanent
Just very very long

From Pamphylia
Land of tongues

The sounds words make
Is not their fault

They can’t help it
Being spoken

Feels like speaking to
The language

Undertrawler
Inxile

Returning already
From where you were going

Er ero
Sheer eroist

Are you telling how or
Must and

Would will
To the future

Er
Ess

Listen
The present

Is telling
Every

Wherever
Of the where

Abouties and
Aroundnesses

Live limbs
Reach back to touch

Your face
Gently measuring

Threadlineage
Anyoneymous

Wing flock
Are you speaking or breathing

Asleep
The furies trill

Half-flying
Half-roosting

Portmanteaucrat
Juridical octopus screes

Talon tentacled
The ink slow clouds

If there were terraces
Ever on the bluffs

Now hillsides of boulder dust
Wilderness farms

Chaossifications
Earless and listening

Along the islands float
Around the zephyrs blows

The oceans smell
Like seas of sea

I bless every sneezer
Bless the sneezer
Not the sneeze

The plough of ploems
Meandering over here
While youander over there

In doom pollen yonders
Pretty good right
Like the pretty wildflowers

The pretty bees prettify
On their way
To where the pretty dance

Told them to fly
The art for art’s sake
Balloon animals

Popped by balloon needles
Saked for sake’s sake
Pastoral, presentoral

Good morning
Sings the morning
The only song it knows

Have you on a hilltop
Released a bicycle
The big wheel
In the front
Eventually becoming
The same size
As the little one behind
Staying upright
So long as it’s in motion
How long is that
Let us agree
On tools
Of equal measure
The love you feel
Expressed grammatically
With only intuitive syntax
Only the minimum alphabet
To take up space
Your body already
Holds itself around
Bride of the day
Temporarily occupying
The circumstance
Turning around yourself
Inside yourself
Like a top
That keeps spinning
Holding itself up
A top with no bottom
Or a box of all sides
How would you know
If you open the box
On all the sides
It isn’t a box anymore
But you
Are still you
A series barely
Or a sequence almost
Collapsing nowhere
You don’t already
Hold yourself
Up against
To what
To tall enough
To board the ride
To see over the bar
Vertical horizon
Look at you
Not knowing this
Is how you look
Lookable
Uprighted
Look what
Goes up
How far it goes

To hold
the anti
of the thing
against the thing
to make it purple
in the red light
your insides
cherish

So easy
to smash
the little thing
to see the anti
to raise your hand
and move at it
the waterfall
and your torso
already wet
from the mist
every object
sprays off itself

Nothing
doesn’t choose

The skin
that touches skin
then presses
till skin gives way
membranes pop
and the words
smear
ink around

Is orthodox
the opposite
of paradox?

A pair of ducks
they say
like any two ducks
in the skein
can be paired off

V

Duck 1: I’d rather not
Duck 2: But I’d rather
Don’t my rathers matter?
You’re using
language
too much
the poet says
try something else

A colorist pales
violences
of ultraviolet

Doxy doxa
dog whistles sonata
heat death alive
the ant-
i wash away

This notapoem
is a recipe for
words a poem
package comes in

Masquerades
in tin, fur
query or inquiry
then sponse

Spectra
for every letter
in order
one at a time
yes no materials

All at once or
once and for all
A ray B ray C ray
D ray E ray F ray G
ray H ray I
et cetera
endless et

And then?

Empathies
empathied
every last one

Spick and span
Or one or the other

But not both
Venn diagram

Of what is diagrammatical
And what is not

The marks on your body
Descend into your body

Skin neverending
Erasures reinscribed

A system
That monetizes money

Gawks at free things
Freedom to think

To say what will be done
And witness the doing

Safe
Beyond the shock front

The present provides
From longer spans

The left tense
And the right

The revenants
And the reverents

Take your hand into
Your other hand

Where it joins
Other others

In a slurry of
Galaxyzygy

Eclipse songs
Subtle mud

That leaves a mud smell
Everywhere it touches

Even the world
After you

Wash the world away
Gentle

Scrape my freckle
With your fingernail

The you of which you speak
Gleans yous in the yousland

There are so many
Mouse hair sweaters

On cough owl chairs
Vaultchested, cantalouped

The gnashmash reconfigures
New word comes next

Getting larger as it goes away
To remain always the same size

If you hunger for your hungers
Baby bird, will you take worms from any worm giver

If the worms themselves approach
Will you pluck or wait for the gift

Baroque specific tooth sayer
Lines shake out your sorrows

Tremors tremulously tremble
OR or OR

Which have you chosen
Which will you choose

Polecat pupecat
The pretty gray poison
Is no longer manufactured
It turns out poison poisoned
The vessel it shipped in
The beauty bounty movement
Moved the pianolions
Made a stack of needles
Breathburned
The eye loves
A surreptitious smoothing
A leaf emerging
From a forehead
To infiltrate the air
Metamusic playing
In the idioregister
A tweezer in the toolshed
Cedar mothhouse
Path of reast lesistence
Rust latitude rot license
A lute, a lyre
Smooths Sooths Soothes
Hermsongs
Garage music corodoscopes
For the open door infinite
Gradations of open

Thinging myself by day
In chair positions

Body farming idiolect
Muth for melodies

One becomes two and four
I plant the flowers future

I don’t own the flowers
Irising out

The kempt wilderness
Adores back

Swirl revolves in place
Affecting nothing

Affection nothection
Language is only at hand gauge

The forehead beforehead
Grub metameres

A hum of sound materials
Signs on the land

In plastic sleeves fade
Baby leviathan whorls

Corm
Middle c mindsongs

NO
PASS

TRESS
ING

Mandrake roots need
Darkness music
Modicum particulars

Fed after hours
On human food
Grow afterhuman

Absent present aye nay
Peacebinding
Is what you want to hear said?

Stray current in offwire
Lights the nightlight flashbulbs
Comprehensive diseducation

Desiccant memories
Of upmaking
Weeks of weekness

In a cab the lost word
Circles the museums
Haplessly pining for hap

Barefoot traveler
Shoulders the shoulders
Till no room is left for road

Light-year away
Dreams anchors
Unto death they ride

Excalibur in the lake
Counterfeit
A shoe with no feet

Edible, eaten in terror
As the referendum of stuff
Determines if stuff survives

Scouring harrowing
Thanks for nothing or
No thanks for thing

Heartstoried opaques
Intrepid inevitable
Misadventures

Script for wind
Taking butterfly breaths
The house is shivering
A wooden sword unpeels

Talking to you
In beluga gloss
Inert electrical
Oud
Adverbly actions
Action themselves

Too far up the noses
And down the throats
To make bodies
From other planets
Locally viable

Unseen star cloud rolls
The thunderpoems come
Numberless and numerous
Sweet as dreams and as far

Which eye do you look with
The other one thinks

Conductor
Do-si-does
Wearing the conversation apron
For conversating
In the long meanwhile

Neither. Both. Every. Any.

And the train for rabbits
Arrives

Frond moves in hand
Re do to do re

Perigree bouquets
Littleno forest
Partichord

Specimen fern
Made to be tossed
Tossed for tossfeel
Ouija body ouis

Matte planchette
Even in your presence
Your presence
Goes on without you

Transparent then translucent
The dowser nods
Fleck by fleck
At the sign of the hole in the word

To the all, all clear
Noet
Untrees refurl

Knowing
what you know
now what would you
tell yourself then

And based on now
what would then
do differently

What would now do
returning from telling
to knowing the telling
had left you
here in the making

What would you know
knowing the telling
was the making
that made the told
Every word

predicts what
it will say
then when it says it
it does what
it said it would do

If you did before
You can do again
Made can be made
Done can be done
Do you promise

Only the difference
makes differences

You told what
you made before
but only
after

Only promises
tell what would do
if did
what will do
as done

You promised you
would make the promise
then you did

Tryer trying
To story a poem

Makes up names
In a phone book

When called
They answer

And hello
Collapses

How do you do doer
How do you live

Because becauser
It’s been a while

Not so lives
Are threatened

No one hurt in here
By poetry silence

But the quiet
Opposite of bell

Or bell rung so fast
It has no opposite

Don’t you know
Aren’t you adapted

To already
Being

Waking up waker
Always tomorrowly

How many are you
Party

Like a poem’s poet
Enough’s enough

To say too many
No one

Needs such
Excess necessity

Under hats
More hats

But less hattier
Lesshead

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