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Jeremy's dream
59 pages, Hardcover
Published January 1, 1974
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January 25, 2022
As far as
the wall
their shadows
cannot reach
today
no etchings
of error
the slightest
semen
spread evenly
between
her thighs
within
the walls
between the room
among that house
segmented
* * *
Please do not
please leave the
sunlit fragments hostage in the stoney wall
the crack that holds the spider's web
that keeps the winter window
the receding line of mortar that reveals
your face
jigsawed
holding that ornamental pipe you smoked
before we met
and until yesterday shared with me
* * *
Predicted reaction on plated glass
confirms a life inside mine
too petitely comacular
although the heart
has already begun its embryonic beat and
I, potential mother, run jump drink quantities of gin;
the tenacity of one so young
surprises all.
Only he who planted you
can reap you
when you become whole
or, almost as easily, before,
by simple murder
* * *
Let them vacuum you
out of this, my body
as though you were a circle of hardened dirt;
first they spread the
light blue thighs,
razor away the slightest hair
and then the polished clamps can proceed with their whiteness:
a translucent and speedy phallic syringe.
They didn't explain this part before,
pain that anaesthetically should not happen
as you emerge
two inches long maybe
curled in warm liquid
already sucking your thumb and
struggling
* * *
One by one we
enter Jeremy's dream along the equinox
sun's last rays as they spin out
four and twenty blackbirds
pecking at the clouds and
let us race their sunset colours as
they turn to chimney smoke
the smoke that Ara spilt -
this was the smoke that
escaped the house
that bakes the pie the
first blackbird pie, counting now
one little two little three little
fire engines, red with white ladders, a
schoolbus schoolbus there goes a
cow with a crumpled horn
his dead sister Sara before she died
his namesake the prophet and
all which has
shall again come to pass take
London bridge, the falling crown, the garden's
summer trees released from
red rain clouds' bellies, Jeremy, his Sara alive again,
all dancing upside down
the wall
their shadows
cannot reach
today
no etchings
of error
the slightest
semen
spread evenly
between
her thighs
within
the walls
between the room
among that house
segmented
- Diversion, pg. 11
* * *
Please do not
please leave the
sunlit fragments hostage in the stoney wall
the crack that holds the spider's web
that keeps the winter window
the receding line of mortar that reveals
your face
jigsawed
holding that ornamental pipe you smoked
before we met
and until yesterday shared with me
- pg. 27
* * *
Predicted reaction on plated glass
confirms a life inside mine
too petitely comacular
although the heart
has already begun its embryonic beat and
I, potential mother, run jump drink quantities of gin;
the tenacity of one so young
surprises all.
Only he who planted you
can reap you
when you become whole
or, almost as easily, before,
by simple murder
- Pregnancy Test, pg. 35
* * *
Let them vacuum you
out of this, my body
as though you were a circle of hardened dirt;
first they spread the
light blue thighs,
razor away the slightest hair
and then the polished clamps can proceed with their whiteness:
a translucent and speedy phallic syringe.
They didn't explain this part before,
pain that anaesthetically should not happen
as you emerge
two inches long maybe
curled in warm liquid
already sucking your thumb and
struggling
- Abortion, pg. 36
* * *
One by one we
enter Jeremy's dream along the equinox
sun's last rays as they spin out
four and twenty blackbirds
pecking at the clouds and
let us race their sunset colours as
they turn to chimney smoke
the smoke that Ara spilt -
this was the smoke that
escaped the house
that bakes the pie the
first blackbird pie, counting now
one little two little three little
fire engines, red with white ladders, a
schoolbus schoolbus there goes a
cow with a crumpled horn
his dead sister Sara before she died
his namesake the prophet and
all which has
shall again come to pass take
London bridge, the falling crown, the garden's
summer trees released from
red rain clouds' bellies, Jeremy, his Sara alive again,
all dancing upside down
- Jeremy's Dream, pg. 47
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