Poem by rob mclennan
Photo by Curtis Cronn
Trying to think of the architecture
of language instead of the meaning of language
for Terry Ann Carter
dressed, they carry
your large body
off the burning page:
Distorted, music. Impassible, swim. An impass. They paddleboard, the ocean.
Crushed. Erasure text, beneath the rubble of a promise. What is most full.
Burning from your ears. Land. Sentences are bricks. Returned, the order forms.
Delerium. Defend against, a fissure. Drawn, a deeper mouth.
This is how we replicate. Candyfloss, a voting interest, oceans. The wrong
ways, tenfold. Up against the discourse. Yes. A protest anthem, names. Still
echo, customs. Vagary, in dissolution. However, having just returned.
The world full of babies, impossibly suspended.
The right words sentry, work. Dissolute. A bridal path of ones, of twos.
We burst into, silent flame. Tropic, moons. A means of monitor, burning rags.
Declared, unfit. See, the trees that grow. A breath, your sense of loss.
An instrument. Attracted, finally.
A finger mashed, a shudder. Literal, pleasure. Dear you, secret ash.
Audible, cloud. A sainted push, he reached. Scaffolding, a bridge. Secluded.
Beige, appliance. What do the shallows, sing. Blue, details. You, a deepest
mystery. Thin nickle, moon. Three quarters. The far side, options. True.
Crestfallen, bones. To teach oneself to sing.
Tell me, how began. Wireless, memory. Beware the shadow, slips.