John Olson


Flourescent Frontier

     
     Laryngeal jalopy. Absorbed extraordinary earthenware
     Here I am knitting Illinois in full daylight
     & this is a picture of a thought
     somersaulting through a fragrant weather
     
     of Proustian fudge. Clop, Clop. Car. Daub of jaw
     Emotions what are emotions emotions are words
     Hum of a dryer in a garage on a chilly day
     in February. Ponticello
     
     in conjunction with tremolando. A poem emerging
     from a uterus of feathers. Dashboard comb. Air
     & circulate & blow out & shape
     
     into acoustic cake. Cuts revolving
     over a pavement teeming with fog
     Chickadees breaking into priceless syntax. A rhetorical smell
     Syllables ideal for glue. The thief of balloons
     
     Opening the door to Sherwood Anderson
     Hello Grand Hydraulic Knee I need an apartment in 1563
     Constellations of sparks in a grotto of brick
     "It's certain that fine women eat
     
     
     a crazy salad with their meat"
     A culture. A Gestalt. A frustum, A fulcrum.
     A lovely fable instructing us how to squeeze
     silence like snow until the bones of the hand
     
     feel the breath of the void in the billion
     crystals of the formative ball. The exhilarating
     freedom of locomotion. Blaze of a blazon
     A sentence crawling toward a speech of phenomenal heat
     
     prophesied in the pronation of peripatetic plainsmen
     who knew the true value of excrement
     The hidden voice pulsing within the obdurate
     silence of any common object
     Thought what is thought thought is the color
     
     of the air between the tines of a fork
     on the table of an expensive restaurant
     specializing in seafood. Walking. Talking. Writing
     is the raw color of ink as it leaves
     
     the pen & enters into abstractual relations
     epitomized as pigment & energetic
     as a necklace of outboards
     Poetry, of course, pays nothing
     
     but emoluments of rapture
     pulsing with the pragmatism of night
     & the goo of the yolk of allegory
     baronial & beautiful as any egg
     

Copyright © John Olson 1994

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