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).
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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