Drew Gardner
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Employment
a man walks
through the shadow of a tree
more
sincere, and more parody
but what am
I getting myself into …?
this
machine does not give change
the green and
yellow plastic strips hanging in the car wash doorway move
the
position as a poet
in a place
where there is no place
for poetry
at all, hence
poetry is
possible
in its most
intense and transforming presence
and
that’s okay cause I can gyrate …
where there
is a difference
of the
branches in the garbage can
one
experiences these things without
recording
them, and they become other things,
as thought
has fled into the boundary
love is the
reality, poetry the drum of indication
forget the themes
of separation
out of the
terror
of which
language breaks
be quiet,
and descend
to the
table looking out
through
glass, all feeling now
and cars
move past and stop
that
unknown is in ourselves
is outside
unfelt
of dark the
decision is
the same as
the surface of the water moved because
the anthems
peeling off the world
or hidden
in carelessness—
until you
breath the intervals of intersections left open
when they disappeared
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