Tuesday poem #480 : James Yeary : 26 from 31 autobiographical statements

 

 

Those feet of yours are all the talk
everything that is already missing
arranged into a word and placed north of the canopy
it attacks the respiratory system
introducing its own layers and lenses 

Come join us here under the mask of the living
soft red deer scalp
fox bright and dark alternating
            around the eyes
            little soul nap 

            midnights with the rain goddess in Florida
            reckoning tweets in a loop

            love has broken down our mentation
            many flavors including chastisement

                        nuance, after all
                        is not speciation

There just aren't that many types

 

 

James Yeary is a poet and visual artist, who makes works primarily in the serial poem and epistolary collage. He is a laboratory assistant in a pathology department of the medical-industrial complex. Recent chapbooks include S/2004 N1 (The Magnificent Field), Hawai’i (cielocanth), Sonnet for Edith Jarolim (spitch press) and The 66,512 (above/ground).

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