Poetry
Six from Existing Models With Intrusive Noise
Like this every
Hell panel
hard to be
percolating
light a kind
of clean dirt
on the fern
unfolding windows
orbital hearth
secrets ajar
in partisan trance
Only one
man American
wormhole hand
stuck in the
debris generating
human-scale
effects with
intergalactic
budget-shaking
peripherals
vast flickering
eyelid questionable
antibiotic scrim
one side
bestiary other
side void
Morning
6:56 blue
sun against
retreat into
immersion
busted
returns photic
rinse
litmus
portraiture
crunch
of progress
is a social
occasion
declining
access freezes
the fine
lines between
hoarding and resourceful
Diodes pandering
roads of dark snow
febrile rips in
the feral cold
Expectantly at terminal
docked a day and poised
in squander, revelator
cycling filaments of humid
air, open the hunt
for surface to island
with other streams
of unlimited lucidity
the economy stretches
to greet your morning
so we have selected
the immersive joint
between bad crazy
and good crazy
heavily windowed
proxy maw, caffeine
curtains up on home
sharing, enclosed in key-
chains of civil trans-
mutation, coverage horizon’s
fur gets all
over everything
7:32 transitional
temperatures, loose
cigarettes 50
cents apiece
departed castaway
aspect, matted
evidence in bag
atop fridge
as something falls
into the sea,
the sea of
ash, sociably
feral, looking
for something
to append or
was it upend
question mark
linked shadows
to the financially
beheaded everything
rustles
Contributor
Jeremy HoevenaarJeremy Hoevenaar lives in a fifth-floor walkup threshold with his beautiful family. He is the author of Cold Mountain Mirror Displacement (American Books) and Our Insolvency (Golias).