M A R K   D U C H A R M E
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TWO POEMS

 

 

The Absence of Jello
                       “A laugh. And with it a
                         pumpkin.” —Clark Coolidge

 

The presence of anemones is a kind of flame
A decision to bail out projecting
Semblances into the matter
Until saying is as practical as glimpsing

These hindrances where prerecorded
While the narrow combo jangles
Up at least to an onrush, a whole
Point of tuning out (or turning in) to flame

The self is a kind of wicked stepsister
I scrawl on her tunic of bones
Reified by all sinuous primping
Like the twisted listeners who never veer

 

 

 

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