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Things, We Carry

AE Baer

“The Daily Ad is Conflagration.”

1.
Flowers
Like paper Mache dreams
Or dreamers
Do they dream of being human
Like steeples dream of being
Without our human god?

2.
Laughter
Rats in a granary
Chisel satire in the walls
With meat hooks for claws
“Gluttony feeds-”

3.
Things
Candy with glass skin
Flavored, fields of strawberries
Once ripe, intoxicating
A breathing color, with breathing blood
Ill-conceived
Like commercials and fads
In tiny metal nurseries
Under tiny human eyes-

4.
Clocks
A poet’s cliché
When it’s really nothing
But a shell with gears for a tortoise
And typewritten ticks and ticks and ticks
Reminds me of a choir of eunuchs
In sweat bands behind a brothel
Miserable
Humming with less beauty then a single splintered rain drop
Under another heavy sun.

5.
Posture
A chandelier in a whaling ship
Sounds like a body in a dungeon
With obsession
And dyslexia
And magnesium constipation
Blushing because it bends
Like playing cards
Ocher from tobacco hands
The color of a bombed face
In a den of poker players and sexed men
Oh, face the executioner
The one in your mirror
Waving like a stranger from the train you should have caught
Bow
And tire yourself out with all these high brow manners
And manners and manners!

But I am only human
And I can’t breathe in this fish bowl.

6.
Love:
Hearts hanging in hallways
Like school boys’ minds
Buried under a playground
Beside used dreams.



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