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| Duane Vorhees |
DEIGN NOT TO NAME
Unanonymous assassinspots his mark
marks his hit
his king his icon his president
hits his mark
marks his spot
Dealey Ford’s Dakota the Lorraine
--Onan animates his action
BONES
The raven severs the Eros meme.
Ah, it even chills our bones.
Our heavens quiver.
The biers
of dreamers and chefs,
emperors, nuns, unshriven reivers and heroes
shimmer.
A disheveled lily moans.
Beribboned silvers of Zeroes scream out their solemn Nils and Nones,
while deafened zithers strum lyric themes--
the cold sullen Will of tombs,
the seven rivers of Hiroshima,
the seven hills of Rome.
THE WOMAN AT THE GESTALT WELL
A tone imp/ending:
at one
turned a new leaf
in time for my fall
fetal/fatal
we are
the beat between
eluded my shepherd
to be found by leopards
therapy brings
the blank
within
therapist
doorways of neighbors
blocked by sabers
getting every massage
at the hands of misogynists
pile/driver process
piled/river chaos
divide the warrant and the judge
from the general and the war/rant
a nano decides…
Atone!
ALL HISTORY IS PROPHECYBlind men at dusk predict
the next day will bring light.
No past dies completely.
its bone cements my wall,
and its ash congregates
in these porcelain dolls.
All prophecy
is history –
bounty or blight.
All of our tomorrows
are mysteries today.
Yes, “the future looks bright”
--there’s too much glare to see
the soonest cloud bringing
the silver and the stain.
I’m in Hiroshima, just waiting for the plane.
Great poems from my friend Duane!
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