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VERTIGO DIARY
LARRYSAWYER
B L A Z E V O X [ B O O K S ]Buffalo, New York
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Vertigo Diary by Larry SawyerCopyright 2013
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First EditionISBN: 978-1-60964-137-5Library of Congress Control Number: 2013932521
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A BLINDNESS
We were served fresh, hot slices of the red white and blue.Then crawdads, potholes, and aria-humming policemen.
Spring was a masked phantom, leaping naked from a rope into the creek andyou said your shoulders were ripe
red as ambulances.
The silt in our throats made dunes, mouths agapegawking up at summertime jets
hummingbirds left tiny autobiographies on windowsills.
The rumor was we were hard of hearingafter school we diligently practiced our disappearing
bicyclists echoed off through autumn woods brittle matches:winters we were on the brink.
It was thenwhile mother was outside busy changing the skya soldier on Main Street was seen
plunging headfirst fromthe diving board of thatmovie house marquee into the fog.
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HA HO HUM
If the women are happy
in the trees above the farm
well guard the clocks.
In sour buckets
filled with spring
on purpose we wait for the army.
But will they appreciate new songs?
Watch this poem sing about
mistreatment
at the hands of
the protagonist
in a choose-your-own-adventure
in which we,
while wearing the most
scientific shoes, assert with
no small dissatisfaction
that his majestys marvelous lake is
merely cloud.
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Intrinsic to our suffering
acceptance like a wheelbarrow
carries all our definitions of comedy.
The challenge then
is for the
overripe clichs, as they fall, to
rather float skyward.
To their telegrams I respond
with a ponderous liberty freed
from the fog of sleep.
I wander the countryside,
useless as the
door of a church.
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BUT MOST BEAUTIFUL OF ALL
The browning edges of the photograph are the outskirts of a map, in which
may be found the beasts and drooping trees living green in the memory
and we inhabit those regions, completely forgotten until once again
we glance into that other world and return to that day that
haunts us at the edge of a table, which pretends to go unnoticed
but now we are aware, and this awareness is an elevator that
carries us upward in our minds.
What we resemble most upon realizing these invented scents
at the cliffs edge is that a photograph is a scalpel
performing the most delicate operation.
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UNITED STATES WHIP COMPANY COMPLEX
But we, and the very tops of our hills
Oh, and if only for chance moments
But she shot me directly in the twig
And Im a big dummy for believing it
But in those days even the music boxes.
Our cataclysm, our accessories
On a mission narrowly averted
Two precious self-portraits
Swabbing at our duhs, these
Excruciating thingies
But she kicked me in my speaking part
Squarely in the script
Should we be sitting still for portraits
Else moment to moment shrugs
Autumn is such degradation
And I Europe and you do, too
Like we were nothing, birds are kind of not
Friendly, look they fly away.
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PSST
Post-future we glimpse
[see Diagram of Risks]
what I call
moment salads. Such
quantifying croutons, although
their exegesis is insufficient dressing.
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MYSUNFLOWER
Why was each momentsuch a miniature Troy? Grief is
the calculus you lack. Dont
kill yourself over it. A raven sleeps
in each fold of the wind.
Notes about me arelocked in a glance across an
omnipresent table. Its useless, according to
my analyst, to ponder dogs. Were outer space
primates. Meanwhile the continent
ticks. No one groks the combo.
This coin is the lord of your hand. Her
dress is plural. Such greasy wine.
Wheres the zookeeper with the
bill? Under the piano of summer, were
deep as beans.
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THOUGHTS OF SUMMER
Such a huge erect tree
A flagpole to some, Freud saw a cock.But it is spring that wields such power over our bodies.Hello, sadness, wrote that horny French poet Paul luard, and IAgree that I see a huge tree sticking the middle of a flirtatious eternity.I mean imagine doing it in a dressing room while trying on poetry.
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VERTIGO DIARY
Anyway, why monkeys?
Which is a question anyone
would ask. Smile no
matter how much elation
graces the outage, fjords
clacking.
Get it? Aluminum
orchestras, plunger Romanticism.It was stopped up.
Hecates iffy
gaze, unguent,
tames history. None of the
government elevators work.
Tomorrow: chemists wearing
saucy watches.
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DISPASSIONATE APPASSIONATO
The mountains on the bottoms
of shoes. On sinless display behold thesubway. Thanks for nothing we shout thanks forketchup and goo. In words faithless, figurative,especially enlivening. Instead ofants, children, lilacs, furniture, terrorists,the furnace of men, nasturtiums, alligators, hymns.The city accessorizes itself with sirens.
In words faithless. I know the citywith its fuzzy numbers.
Numbers that sometimes bubble like a fountain.Numbers that emit bricks not clouds.Chaos of veined streets, some clogged arteries.The projector plays itself.The citys striking single-mindedness loomscartoons, lions, ice cream, ferns.
Each store window metastasizes into another sale.My fear of the language. To describe anunlocked gate. A whale barks in parody
on a sign, its oceanic nearnesstoo close to our table for comfort.But the carburetor of our ambivalence likethe Imago Mundi, the earliest known world mapshows a circular landmass with seven islands, the third ofwhich being where winged birds end not their flight, thefourth has light brighter than the sunset, and thefifth lay in complete darkness.
When I was younger I liked the thundering.
To lie in darkness and listen to the sound of my voice.I would pronounce words like diaphanous.I didnt have a terrific appreciation forrope. There is an ideal series of eventswhich runs parallel to the real ones.