B. Sven Telander Poems

Unholy rollers,
mighty virus of
the night parade

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Reverent sentience in
black askings of
a severed venture,
luminous tumors,
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Hours of glue and decals,
with eyes on instructions,
and fingers twisting molded
plastic from flimsy gray
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Trapped in the casual
massacre of a deep rest,

cold footprints in the snow follow
her wherever she goes
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Jaws of progress
clamp shut on
windows of detritus
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Near a sculpture of a
female Jesus crucified,

scalpels open a
new portal-
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Twilight came like limousines
carrying people into shifting scenes
from the daylight theater
to the nighttime stage
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Raw dogs roam in
rattlesnake heaven;

each new discovery
breeds a new threat.
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Vertex of resolution via
future acoustics and persuasive

magnetics, siphoning the impossible
threshold of imagination's contagion;
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The hammer
of happiness

is pounding
nails of joy
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