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the poetry that matters

Tim Mizelle

Tim Mizelle has been published in The Paris Review, Mythosphere (poems written to the images of Jerry Uelsmann), The Carolina Quarterly, and Jacking In to the Matrix Franchise (Continuum Press). He has taught creative writing at the University of North Carolina, where he was a Morehead Scholar, and taught in the First Year Writing Program at Duke University. He received his M.F.A. at the University of Alabama. He is presently completing several longer projects in prose and poetry. He lives in Raleigh, North Carolina. As an intern, for his Morehead Scholarship, he worked for the St. Catharines, Ontario, Provincial Police for one summer in the audio-visual department.

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The Bonnet

 

Wear did they find you?

                              Hanging, fetched and turned to tune the fork.

                              Sitting on a mahogany table that clipped knees.

                 Inverted:

                                             Calling in your own find of pearls.

To the head

                the  cap                            vitalize and mingle

To the crown

                the jeweler                        hang the papyrus from your nose

To the mask

                the sweat that twists garlands              yawning, the splayed fingers

                              Beneath, the light sleeps          another ocean atop an ocean

                              Worn away by your furrowed brow                                 now on the bark, initials carved

                                             Your sweat curls the part and parts the lace

                                                             terror gates, and holds aloft intention                                        

Too many lanes

That worm who eats all colors

                              Hail the passing of the rouge

                              Clovers grown sheer and clipped dippers held up on one finger

Bonnet, blue, bouncing on your own accord now

Record skips in locked grooves

Capping a landscape

Knee taps knee

And on the head the bonnet fits best

 

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