Drew Gardner
____________________
Alarm Transmission
but the
door is open, and the bodies fall
the
interrupted colors of approach
are a
frightening apparatus in the hallway’s corner
the
latticework of cracks on the 1 train window
now
crashing, now twittering, a sudden blast
of yellow
leaves, the siren engines clang
people of
the earth, the dazed gratified walking
is a cool
law, don’t even think
of
opening this door, beginning
as a muted
reddish truck passes
from trying
to bring together
is aging in
a dream
to the
separated parts
connecting you, previous to and beyond
any
hardship or discontent that
the slowly
moving brightness clouds
in Union
Square this afternoon
are a gradual
rush of feeling
inside of
which a fire
of
singularity and destitute
perseverance
still bends, and gets up
to walk
away
the stars
are not arbitrary
from the
fountain lion’s crane against the sky fits together
now with the
certainty of taking off your clothes
rest to
slip by offering the very thing
you could
not remember to neglect
to pass
through gracefully to work
receiving
though materials are no physical eyes
dissolves
again
is as
everything as fire
an unusual
mistake
is your
color
by careful
darkness
past war
and years
but maybe I
should be more like Phil Whalen
I
don’t understand all that my sister tells me either
the alarm
transmission
is the
whole earth spinning
the singing
of birds is a factor too,
some drawbacks
of advantage felt
the voice
skipping like a wall
that the
window is steam pouring out of the street tonight
such were
the reasons of the lives they lived
sounds like
the rhythm of lava
since you
don’t smash down,
if you are willing,
if you are light
the miles
into the world will see
materials,
who offer some recall
when
they study you, you study them, that’s a fact
but for a
front suspended
is today in
the mirror
a dark
astronaught walking in a barren valley
that turns
out to be Earth
____________________