Christian Hawkey Poems

must balance; this risk; a tablet; peak plasma; the first alphabet;
with the clinical need; finger-sized; it makes sense; the fingers;
were the first; to make sense; this risk; 31 letters; the flower-visiting species;
as opposed to; dung-feeding; the terminal phase; and the;
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We dug with our hands & hand shovels.
We dug with our spatulate feet.
& with torsos as our only circumference
we dug a maze. A maze of passageways:
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At the time of his seeing a hole opened—a pocket opened—
and left a space. A string of numbers plummeted
through it. They were cold numbers.
They were pearls.
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I was lying on my side, in a ditch,
soaking my flanks in bog water
with my head propped up, on an elbow,
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Alone in a room with a video camera
means you're not alone, but lonely.
The floor closed around my lips.
I spoke from a knot. All bodies
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Gender: indeterminate. Age:
ancient. Eyes: undersized.
Nose: broken. Neck: connected.
Hair: mostly air. Chest: at rest.
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One was tied to a fence post, bawling.
Another was little more than a smudge
left behind by a forehead resting
on a pane of glass. A third
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Wait a minute. We're not finished with you.
We were discussing the Indefatigable Ones
at a time of Maximum Perforation and Wonders,
the bodies of crows plummeting earthward,
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Whatever cloud—however charged—
& loud with yellow fingers
was in your brain. There were two clouds.
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sometimes, when I can't sleep, I drag my sleeping bag
into the meadow's precise center
& crawl inside, head first. Fraulein, there is the stars'
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