Steve Finbow

 

from Porkchop Jukebox

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From the four lines
i found myself buildings building
gestures of humanity
itself inscribed in
a fetish of content
& from these places
whose names are memories
i gathered nows & whens
made of basalt tasting of mace
that stung my eyes
maimed my mouth
tongue & lens burnt-out in time
a childhood of com(m)as
a period of past-tense

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A room & a dark name
i made love to you without an eye
a shoe fell off the back of my head
we rested in the metal sheets windblown you
cried a daisy     a lamp     a hill
a hole in my hand tied with a scarf
i hadn’t known the gates or mouth
on the underground carried for hours

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‘The way they’ve reinforced matter’ someone said
‘What is married is the safely’ going home by car
places detonated by metaphors as weather vanes gloriously
‘It forms a perfect                slender               deeper’ Henry said
what seemed to be spongy was plated
of purpose five inches from the end of vanishing

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Bridges are books to the large cranes
on a black averted stamp wider than now
a smiling experimental expression redress
in places surrounded by sardines some of them
meaningless in the context of sense-data
begin to be as far as you can go
summarily accepting politicians who


i think about ardent love unsatisfied
long rails derived from handkerchief schema
convinced that ‘I see’ & ‘i’ come later




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With                    that is                    to take root in the construction of shut
to make the short & the long on a string
voluntarily flatten the fourth floor of your house your
video felt the hills the sheer substance
the reactions of the future face of blindness

Trembling in the dusty plunder of the fogbank
the TV paints eggplants again & again
classically the sidelong light on the patio