some deer left the yard moving day by andrew k. peterson book preview

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SOME DEERLEFT THEYARD MOVING DAY

ANDREWK.PETERSON

B L A Z E V O X [ B O O K S ]Buffalo, New York


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some deer left the yard moving daybyAndrew K. Peterson

Copyright 2013

Published by BlazeVOX [books]

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced withoutthe publishers written permission, except for brief quotations in reviews.

Printed in the United States of America

Interior design and typesetting by Geoffrey GatzaCover Art: 3020, no. 2by Andrew K PetersonCover design: Gabrielle Brabazon and Nathan Child

First Edition

ISBN: 978-1-60964-130-6Library of Congress Control Number: 2012919050

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Forward, for Creeley

It has been a constant wonder, a world vividly unapparent: the only conductor imaginableturning upon a boundless insistent ocean, the bedrock solidness of California dreamingones stumbled into (how various one carries all the old echoes).

Discovers warmth, a night (perhaps). Between said things divergence contrives a world notall together for all seasons mind and heart in these meager times. The turn, the bend inthe road: where a tree might grow (The University of Maine at Oronos library). Reflection,irony, humor-things feel or have felt? attractive streams syntax pell-mell drone mostpenetrating.

Ghost-frail, thin whisper: mind entire (the hiring of ex-cons). Like a fledgling piano player,beard a bit bigger at times.

Poets dont invent the world (they live it). No one ever recognized the people with whom

she lived. In the most basic of senses, as if the edge of all creations, all worlds, makespossible a place, as one says (there are 24 in all). Might be thought otherwise to engenderthe human measure of a day, (grinding a common employment).

What doescome and go of a day? There are no signs without value. Through the woods todiscover the bluebird (the river necessarily widens). Questions, confusions under roofs; 80flowers (so quiet, yet dense). In a wild summer thunderstorm brought home to a reader,then I was given hot coffee. To all of which, for all, shall we say, I love you? (So say these

words).


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Mayflower Sutra

A historical truth may be revealed as a riddle as a form of intuitive and anti-authoritarianpedagogy in contrast to...

The mountain a lump of granite in my skullMy mouth filled with Indian corpse meat


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how to transform paper to a doorwary, while driving through simultaneous doors: the boy in theblack hoodie raps arhythmic, through a headphone. through the gas station pumps, crossing intotraffic as if oblivious to the autoscape

tracking, sequentially: is something wrong. fearing for myself, for him, for others, wish for an in-sequence shuffle. how a mans well-being orders behind safety? does this unusual behavior

instillate fear? but Im the one in the car turning left across his path as he weaves through stopsaround the intersection. Trash bits slip loose from a dump truck, driven over then

The Mayflower is a ship that brought some here, thenwhat happened? As human mass, a spacefills in another story in another room for the museums of social history, no more especiallyindicative of a staid approach to repression bridges, family meetings, friendships andmisunderstandings, cultural exchange and difference, economy in deference to ritual, fallingthrough water ledges, sickness or death, thievery or land appropriation, misfit belief in ownershiptribalism, suspicions, egotism, war, the color of the sky during wartime, color of grass bled into

war, animal sounds in retreat during war, gradations of saturation, starvation and intricate wells,air blowing through during wartime, no more or less the word, in captivity in animal losses, the

sound of a hut being taken, taking the sound of what the sound in middle verse, countermelodyin the dissolve, survival, it being forgotten

a sister with her bedside updates set to dailies. frustration, anxiety, anger, guilt or hope & darkhumor for the chance of her sick daughter, taken in by receptionists, imagining all the emails ofthe world pushed forth in a digital wave, flung invisibly at the shore as it dissolves

Mayflower, missing for weeks responds: safely hauled over the mountain to its plantation. thepast: a ghost puma. stripped bare, grieved over, for the weakened white cells


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Curse

the mayflower burstsfrom a coffined bubble

wave in silent empiresshadow sea

carried from its parachute liquid rituala mercury slum

unraked disintegrating coalspale humidity in stylo-foam

rots a bloodlike siphonsoaks as it slowly seepstuning bone to the tears of its track


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I saw fire blaze up for the wealthy man,

And he was dead outside his door

The sun as we know itA silhouettefor a solar implosion

A sense of a smoke sunk reefQuiet naysayers engulf the inference & sprayA jade reliquary to the silent ensemble, hustlesalong to its research, scenes from the jumbled steps

A souvenir of rarest talon, vinesouter memory, and out of memoryCode reflectingCode deflecting to a counter-justiceInto the exit aisle a collapse persistentFuselage & fossil

An applied bluff

Mismatched proportions to affront the fireDeference to the leaden quake

A cancelled song cavity restin staccato clefs

The shape of incense, its spraycake of joy resting on the couldof dayHistorys serial cries,Lemon cream coronassignal amiable pivotsangelicized purge in the capital,a two ton maggot,

aged troop prismsaim, charm & tangentsReconfigure proofs for an imitationLess quarrelsome for a futurestorm burnt into the bays filling rim


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To Parse

blueness from an abstract truthyou are on one side of yourself , then the othera jacked up easter thicket of nights oyster fissures

to deny you: a pale seizures informal eclipseon a piquant sternum

a goldenrod golema breath hatches its inner shellfrom a pull & wobble orbit

loss changes circumambulating scatterlarval strain in Coptic scabsunder a boiling ozone band aiddeep in the viral bath spreads

scamper to bloom


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Ragnarok

Forget to acknowledge but remember to thankForget to thank but remember to apologizeForget to apologize but remember to askForget to ask but remember to release via kisses

Forget to release via kisses but remember to engage through laughterForget to engage though laughter but remember to smileForget to smile but remember to disengage through repetitive menial taskingForget to disengage through repetitive menial taskingBut remember to complimentForget to compliment but remember to acknowledge

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Subtle dirigiblesMove on like an ant through ink

Toward a deafening nirvana


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Sabina

Sweating crystalsTears whisper down lightning bolts

Down the mushrooms tell

Behind the tableCloser in a sunlit hammock

Inexorable open shapesThe mouths closed interior

Forms the secret of a wordIts letters form a gladed brass pinion


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The rock breaks in halfIn small repositioningsFor if any didnt need

This breakingUp with the laughter it exudes

To disown the account

Continent by continent(conscience, conscience)Welcomes by coercionLoath course of contention & terrorBe the wilderness

Around the premisesWas a destine too cunning to diminishWith historic participation in retaliationPre-incinerated from its pastghosts from its past intrude

Throughout the reassuring familiar

images of surprise & imaginationexhumed from captivitythe society determined toenshrine this boulder portionin inappropriate edificeObscures prefigured reassessmentseamless versions of its fracturefront past & struckharassed & assumed lostcausal, & abetting


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[Not to conquer a continent]

not to conquer a continentremains of evitable momentsunfettered wants responsiblebuffer balance between [

] and coerced intentionfractions of many by the very beginningrecreations, uninhabitedghost-wolf coatsshed inviolate light


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Sparks of the person crushed by alternativesA strand of your hair brushes againstDuring this time of swaying objects in

Veiled ventrilo-quill gustsRushed wind and voice

Voice from the dead

Voice of the spiritsFlayed by an afterthoughtWithout being humanThe universe turns inside out to devour& sleep, my darling, sleep, sleep

Today I shall play the fluteI am the foreigner, the passing stranger

Youthful strangerI am a spirit of love

Take me, and do not tell of themWhom bomb Starless

the uncreated conscience ofWho it would do the most good


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Circling a settling dog

Invent an identity andIllusiveCreate deafness, come

Anti-echo to call

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solids the hemorrhagewith a butterfly sutra

Mayflow butterfly

XaWaymover griefstring

dog re-pisses its groundreprisalstensile crush of unseen weight


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You are the possibilities of grief,The plea of debt & the course it kindles

You are intentions glazed edge

You are possessed by white flags

sewn by birds & hunted animals

You are standing at either endof the unreachabledisputable measures,inches from means

You are the courts exception toblood company

You are return to an assumption

branched by descent & mis-protectiondared by darkness

You are the cheerful madnesslodged between tasksthe lit dusk & rituals,

in an as yet unsummoned power


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Hands a frame the window splattering starsHolding two soundsInto a relay

Alien operations of mechanic codeConstructing a superhuman stutterIt will be seized and plunged into the tumble

Turpentine watercolorsA carnivorous fissureTo say that, after all. But fun is fun, Ive had my share, and realitysBeloved poise

Will blank outIs a mystery to most, naked quiveringLets leave it at thatI dont know, what, forgot what I might wantHands a frame the window splattering stars

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