ditch,

the poetry that matters

Dillon Wakcerman

Dillon Wackerman is from California.

 

say it again, together

 

it cannot end

wrapped up and tied

led on then dragged

in quick lines straight

over thorns and thickets

 

spilling a trail – the smell

is the memory formed, and

on a run and run we are

 

unlocked: the grind of pace

movement past pooling, a

giving of dry winds to face

the good and true of next

and next then next is upon

 

extracted slag left pooled

for dogs and men to lap

feeding on “freedom and

things” the labor granted

 

effort and emotion fools,

tints the pools false myriads,

turns thisness a thing wet -

and the mast in the distance

 

 

 

 

neither/nor

 

 

and the dawn may come,

yes,

you may see light again

the counting fresh again

 

but yield, no,

no thoughts of wanting, of

waiting or a mask freshly,

no,

 

trembling heart now stop,

now retreat now shrink, a

mechanism become, a march,

a firm tick-yes tick-no,

a movement directionless and

sure, yes/no – is the need, is

the response

 

then light what light, what

beauty rains on metallic sheen,

what colors erupt when all

is grey, when

yes is no, and

yes?

 

 

 

 

along the way, acknowledged

 

no whens – ifs – thens

now it is, the

            now dead(ening, a

            grammarian’s squabble,

            and truly that, how

            trite the manner

            with which): and

it all passes, the fleshless bride

over threshold and searching

roomless rooms to be and feel

 

drop the axes and shovels,

it is an act of laughter and joy,

more human than thought, as

the quickening of reflexes

            sharpened

on motion thrown and received,

on the ticking down and down,

on the slow creep towards end

 

my dear! the sights we can see!

such belief is no longer steep

the mountain we’ve peaked

 

 

 

 

 

 

c’est ma taille

 

 

not the strict

                        not the

 

it is in the house  -  a table

 

     take her hand    , there

                                    move

 

go on with it

   bounce .. move

   up and

   up                      faster

                             faster

                                                no?

 

/ leave this place

 

the exchange doesn’t have your rate

 

 

 

 

 hide

 

the sun will stop

the air will stop

 

the green will stop

the blue will stop

 

the sound will stop

the shine will stop

 

the move will stop

the stop will stop

 

 

 

 

 strata you re un done

 

 

face and sun drifting

in time

 

            climb descend

            levels and

 

sound for them

to dig and play

           

                            and dispose

           

            refuse

 

 

 

   

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                                                                                                                January 29, 2013