Poetry

by

Kit Robinson

from The Messianic Trees


I have your man here



     his colors fortify me



          I refer to schedules



incandescent blitz



     farming the corridor



          a slip of a girl



range and domain



     apart



          the universe is deep



but we are extremely wide







       Donnez-moi un peu de l'espace 



                  atomistic practice







                              Three skies



                                   paradigmatic



                                        occluded prelepsis



                              don't know what that means



                                   visible support



                                        Arkansas



                              since 1991



                                   the whole motor surround



                                        as easy as is



                              ordinary mind



                                   you can't find



                                        because you'd be going

                                             against it





Three kayaks



     coming toward us



          the sun on the water



a shimmer



     nothing further



          and this nothing



reintroduces the proposition



     an arch across space



          time conglomerate



packaged to slide into a rack



     the industrial nations



          inventing childhood



in the image of obsolete commerce







               The abstract beauty of buildings



                    aging in sun



                         indicates an ache



               in the personal transmission



                    between what is there



                         and who says it is there



               in their underwear



                    tree sections



                         apartment



               roof



                    when I get there



                         turned out to be from the 70s



               you flash so fast



                    scattered



                         and arrived on the same day



               a map



                    from the 18th century



                         the look of references



               squeezing







                              Local hero



                                   commingling granite



                                        antipasto



                              a laugh in the face



                                   starline



                                        bituminous lakestrap

                                             incendiary



                              wing flame halter



                                   bathing in the bash



                                        for likes



                              and a suntan maybe later



                                   all contours of expression



                                        revolve two houses



                              down in a banging sound



                                   these words as obdurate



                                        as that world we enter



                              alter





Borrowed venue



     parenthetical sweep



          pounding the building



into the concrete



     stand up and go away



          the motor dimension



handleable







               What later readings



                    come away with



                         is no business



               of this

                    ant patrolling



                         edge of desktop



               approaching notebook



                    now climbed inside







                              Roll with the outsiders



                                   the land of hush



                                        stains it with laughter



                              colloidal



                                   ambergris



                                        blue poles from all the

                                             way back



                              as if another person



                                   then sees it



                                        fading toward afternoon



                              a light glimpse in a busy station



                                   life shot through with



                                        five sounds



                              convergence replication stamina



                                   a field for tacticians



                                        unavoidable



                              point blank



                                   then I'll see you tomorrow





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