Alexander Duncan Poems

tom waits
drives into my head
like the growl of streetcars
flat
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3 x 10 wide
altogether 1 wheel
2 b its 0-being
it uses a car
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I always wanted to be a poet
But time intervened,
Swept me away down the urban street
A dance of newspapers and garbage.
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A granite stone cube half buried in a sandy beach towers against the plain expanse of blue sky. Or is it merely infinitesimal in a world of stars? Perspective blushes the imagination. The universe crushes all experiences to sand, even a granite stone cube or an 'I.' We capitalize the term, we speak of 'an I.' I ruminate upon a granite stone cube, infinitesimal in a world of stars, being crushed to sand, and I understand, perceiving meaning in an arbitrary
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The faces in the rocks
Gaze at me
Intent.
They ask
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Seven hundred million years old
Going on three,
The parrot-beaked mollusk,
Tooth-tongued,
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My birth, taken.
Surprised by the light,
The caravan carries me away
Into the night.
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I experience the slick of my brain,
Geometric structures,
Ecstasy,
Consciousness.
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Sunflower dazzles in rays of summer
Like mind in its enlightenment state,
At rest in its innate effulgence.
Erect, uncouth,
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