Poetry from Mark Young

A strange octet

He carried a cage

with nothing in it.

A small bird.

Thalidomide wings.

Flew quite delicately.

Mouth open. Mute.

A beautiful song.

It carried the cage.

The Roberta Flack CD

In the evening, in

between the hisses

of the lawn sprinkler

on one side & the

airconditioner on

the other (where

some southerners

have moved in &

are having trouble

adapting to the heat)

L. puts a Roberta

Flack CD on &

in the evening

Suzanne takes my

hand & leads me

to a place near

the river where

there is otherwise

silence.


Panodrama

The sea comes up

out of the sea &

washes the city with

a green light. It is

a kind of symbiosis

that allows street-

lamps to also shine

through as a contin-

uous but black by-

product of an alter-

nate reality in  which

many things that might

still exist will take on

a different color to

how most people

will remember them.

manganese petit mal

Despite the low penetration

resulting from bitumen aging,

& the fact that photo-oxidation

can speed up that aging process,

the takaful industry continues

to be nascent. Cyber cover is

making strong inroads into trad-

itional insurance; &, oh boy, don’t

those beef tenderloins look amazing!

A line from John Sandford

Today we emptied the pond. It’s

an active & intentional skill that

can help reduce the body’s res-

ponse to foreign invaders. Many

people have experienced the

strong connection between stress

& the absence of things bucolic.

The countryside was nothing but

farms at first, but later augmented

by Sisley’s artistic interludes from

Moret-sur-Loing. Thus the trail

we leave behind becomes precise.

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