Sunburn
1.
This is a funny face and this
A clown recognizing itself
This window was the same joke
Where not an inch but an abrupt
Word endlessly repeated
Thirty-thousand feet in error
2.
This word invites the mind to a cliff, to follow the impossible
trail of what's wet. But having walked too far, tolerance is now
an insult. Your skin never remembers. It was the literal snow
reading the stain that torture served. So beyond in your plummet,
it holes out to know nothing. At last, a word seized the communal
bulletin of almosts. Counting days until someone puts a
pineapple together, it's still your blue, your citron.
3.
A tongue called reason
Performs where there is no wheel
The same goes for your limbs
In the nostalgia for, rather than of --
One of these terms is called arrival and departure
My mouth is trained to answer
Steps
There are none for the hole you described
The tool called slab submits nothing
Something a sovereign removed
But the rock or letter no one owns
Gives its own name
4.
The books (this book) when the weather is ripe. Not crows
when logic describes us. As if authority's word balloon is
building to a point. As if impossible verbs grow down to a
child's secret address.
See above (agreement) without the editor I hope to have. This I
stands, forming a queue habit in the gap it cannot. If my hand
could bend to a likeness, its hero would appear. A point seeking
hold from the neck down. Unable to be able, you are not.
Which means three syllables in a name.
But how consume buzzwords of adjusted worth
When even novelty is no longer new?
Remember, it was the words
Placed this asterisk next to your address.
5.
Letters come to think uncreated remarks are going to scold you.
The censor of any one versus the risk of losing the door. A claim
can or does by alternate readings but is never free to lose the
terms underway. For who can, will -- without calling the
animal out of the game. Living outside therefore, cannot -- by
repetition, since: a) nature conceals and b) science does not think.
6.
Not to oversleep the
Sun -- no element of bolt
Lists to the pain
Not aches through the passing
Fire as if a join looks
Into the true is. Myth favors
What all to all sets
Only the cause of kindles
Or the grasp of sleeping
To the exhaustive call
Where I is finally
Erotic.
7.
Saying is
(finally) the point
Of what few
Words please
Copyright © 1994 Robert Mittenthal
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