J O N A T H A N   S K I N N E R
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SIX POEMS

 

 

The Land

To dive for Cocles, and to digge for Clamms,
Whereby her lazie husbands guts shee cramms.

the Civet sented Musquash smelling ever

when did our body
start to know

the wild deer
in silent compression

performing off texts
a condition of flow

the roots flowing out
and outwards rooting in

all the hectoring Words
dozing in the whale

growing sidewalk forests
on a thread of water

making unpassable
coppices of bronze

interrupted in thought
the accidental clearings

"the non-thoughts
of the feather"                            [A. Notley]

in a barren, bushy wilderness
the first recorded epidemic

 

 

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