Register Sunday | June 16 | 2019

Still: Fire

A Poem

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in a metaphor mood). To turn the spigot’s thirst. The tanks are painted wishful
jewels (it’s the 70s, avocado’s more than a vegetable)
Direction: from the East, sun lines, dawn lies, vectors of burning, “do you
remember the sea from the gantry, how it roiled what seemed the face of god,
such incandescent arrows of memory . . . ”
Licensing: in process, patent 4789230507, the reading will be encrypted, an
address: to combustion, habits of leaving the light on, c-c-commuting, a re-
definition of place in the coming century
Point of view: aerial, circling scorched enclosures over time (27 yrs), a lapse
Soundtrack: reminiscent of Morricone, Napster pending, don’t let Phillip Glass
repeat repeat
Chakra: root, scatological drives (red), to stay warm, inculcate burning
Conflict: “there are no people living in this perfect environment” “from the air it
looks like grounded balloons” “A gallon of milk is a drive from the start”
“Beauty, the living ain’t easy . . . ”
Resolution: one wants one, of something will come of this hunger. Turning
the fossils to liberty smoke (the ground, the rain), he wants a kind apocalypse.
The sky takes serious umbrage