Doll Dreaming 04

04. The Doll’s Business Model

all the doll’s creatures are dreaming
the doll is busy
with her little pins and pans
busy sewing busy baking
busy busy doll

the doll’s business model
let’s make a deal
choose the doll’s door
the doll may let you live

the doll rounds everybody up
makes them put on little dresses
made by her little possum hands
if the one she’s made for you won’t fit
she’ll beat you till it does or till you die

the doll decides
what everyone deserves
everybody has to eat
her skin and venom cakes

the doll’s dolls hope the doll
will do the things she does
to anyone not them they
dream the old dream that
someone else’s suffering
means special things ahead for them

so they will do
to each other
whatever mean
the doll wants done

the doll’s thralls are dreaming
the doll is their destiny

the doll dreams
she is their god

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Doll Dreaming / Mean Dolls 05 The Guy, Dreaming

01 The Doll Is Dreaming
02 The Dress Is Dreaming
03 The Girl Is Dreaming

Doll Dreaming 03

03. The Girl Is Dreaming

the girl is dreaming
she’s a dress
the dress is dreaming
she’s a girl
the dream wants
what the dress wants

the doll wants everything

if the girl doesn’t know
what she wants
the doll gets everything

the doll looks too small
to be unfriendly
the girl is polite
so the girl goes in
when the doll says
in a girly double voice
come into this place
it’s really lots larger
than it looks
from outside

the girl is dreaming
she’s a little pussy cat
her dress dreams
she’s a dragon
but can’t find
the leather
to make it so

and no dress
can protect
a girl from a doll

Doll Dreaming 02

02. The Dress Is Dreaming

the dress is dreaming
it’s a girl
the girl is dreaming
she’s a gun
the gun is dreaming
it’s a wrecking ball

they all live
in the wrecking ball
hate people in houses
molehills foxholes boxes
dollhouses
and other temporary
domiciles

the wrecking ball is
the only safe place to be
becomes more itself
with every gyre
makes everything empty
to make a place for itself

the gun is dreaming
it’s a gleaming span
of molten rivulets
a dress for a girl
who doesn’t know
silk from armor
can’t tell the difference
between a friend
and a doll
a man and a gun
or a house
and a wrecking ball

Doll Dreaming 01

01. The Doll Is Dreaming

the doll is dreaming
the girl is dead
the girl is dreaming
the doll’s alive

the doll wants a new dress
the dress wants real skin
the doll may skin the girl
but wearing skin is not the same
as being alive

the girl wants a new dress
the doll wants a new girl
the girl knows things
the doll doesn’t know
the doll thinks she knows
things no one can know

the doll wants things
no one can own

because the girl has
what the doll wants
the friends of the doll
surround the girl
with doll knives and doll nails
the girl’s friends
wear doll dresses
the dolls wear the faces
of the girl’s friends

the girl is dreaming
she is dead
the doll dreams
she’s alive

the girl dreams
her dress is in flames
the doll dreams
that she drowns

Things It Would Have Been Good to Know

how to pick a lock
how to hot-wire a car
how to charm a dragon
how to find a mate
the right one
how to ease pain
how to disrupt the transmissions
of evil empires
how to conjure
all manner of things
how to disappear
how to repair a roof
how to keep deer out of the garden
and gophers and aphids
how to dissipate the force of hurricanes,
earthquakes, tornadoes, landslides,
floods, and tsunamis
and heartbreak
how to fight
when to fight
how to undo harm
how to find home
how to steer a boat
how to be still
stealth
and patience
when to head for higher ground
how to see in the dark
timing
how to steal
how to be sneaky
how to lie
how to breathe underwater
how to forgive
when to seek refuge
when to give up
how to find a way
how to get away
how to get past sorrow
how to hold on
when to hold on
when to leave
how to let go

Afterwards Is

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maybe a room with a window, blue, hazy
maybe night or almost morning,
outside that place where everything is
that’s not in here
maybe waking from a dream or almost
remembering something—that’s the feeling,
someone’s going, someone’s gone
or just feeling that cascade of wrong
that dying is
then the stillness
a train stopped at a station
where no one ever arrives
lost things and lost creatures,
lost to you, not that you’ve done it
not that you could have undone it
afterwards, everything just seems patched
and wrinkled, not much sense in
smoothing out or getting your pens in a line

Eddie Says

The first time I was nine years old, I guess,
and Rosie was just six. While our parents
slept it off again, we sat in the kitchen
where one of them had dumped a drawer
onto the table’s sticky oil cloth:
rusty jar lids, frayed lottery stubs,
several snag-toothed combs, rubber bands,
a pair of scissors, a key, a sheaf
of gnawed pencils, grimy Christmas ribbons,
old postcards, lighters, moldy spools of thread.
Whatever it meant was more than I could bear.
Funny, I forgot this till  you asked.

Rosie’s little hands paced the tabletop,
like cautious sentinels guarding the
incoherent landscape of our lives.
I thought of the untarnished moon.
I wanted to get her out of there.
I wanted her to get me out.
Something big and dark filled me up
until I disappeared.  Then
the astonished “O” of Rosie’s mouth,
her mirrored rage, dragged me back to earth.
I had cut off a lock of her hair, it seems.
We could not cry out.

I was not thinking of this later, many
years after we were separated, after
I was finally living alone when
I knew what I had to do to feel better
and bought the shears.  I thought I was
invisible, but I wouldn’t be here,
would I, if I really was.  I tell you, Continue reading

O hear what remains

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O hear what remains of
our utterance, this our proud
device. In this wasteland,
we clamor for amore, then
for more, our stately echo
proceeds to rock your naked
foundations, that ridged affair
you thought to fool us with.
True, our installments
explain away our voice,
but our concrete love
catches your heart off guard,
and while our mountains
cluster on the verge,
our sunny messenger
outruns our faun.

image: Athanasius Kircher http://standrewsrarebooks.wordpress.com/2013/04/09/52-weeks-of-inspiring-illustrations-week-42-athanasius-kirchers-beautiful-musurgia-universalis-1650/

presto

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who can know the ways of love
its abrupt subjects and improbable objects
its little curtained rooms and high turrets
the river it swims in and swamps it occupies
the fur it wears for skin on high occasions
the things its connoisseurs cannot reconnoiter
the things its detectives do not suspect
the things in it that run the wild in wilderness
its espaliered sentiments, its battlements
its jars and spoons, its uncouth accoutrements
its snowbanks and dark windows
the lapse of its letters and tardy latitudes
the presto of its prestidigitation
its ducts and dungeons and dubious documents
its glades and gullies and worn gilding
its couloirs and parlors and erratic orbits
how there’s no taking it back
how there’s just no going back ever

image: http://publicdomainreview.org/collections/living-lights-a-popular-account-of-phosphorescent-animals-and-vegetables-1887/

Tree, woods, cave, wheel

The jump tree to tree
or the rupture there where you
were, here where you are.

Backwater, deep woods–
something human crops up in
the sift, bronze or bone.

In the cave things feel
larger than they are, every
dark thing but exit.

This little wheel we
drive drives us while all the while
wonder awaits us.

 

 

 

Paddycake

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paddycake paddycake
make us a man
make him run
fast as he can
send him to the city
send him to the town
give him a hand can
knock walls down
set him in a sliver
set him in a comb
send him to the country
send him out to roam
make him amuse us
make him fight our wars
give him a shadow
give him claws
adam cadmon
earth and sand
paddycake paddycake
make us a man
give him a word
no one can hear
give him a prayer
no one can say
send him to the airport
put him in the ground
make him tell us
where he’s found
send him with the spirits
send him with the waves
give him the keys
to every rock and cave
put him in a tumbler
put him in a boat
give him a beard
like a billy goat
give him all our kisses
give him all our clothes
let him know things
nobody knows
make him fearsome
make him wise
give him sticks and
stars for eyes
make him bad and
make him good
an army of banners
a tower of wood

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image: Metropolitan Museum of Art http://www.metmuseum.org/collections/search-the-collections/248689