The Pigeonhole Principles

The pigeonhole principles go thus: i) if you
        press a button too far in the dark, coloniality
        vanishes into a rabbit hole, ii) lock your
        suitcase at your peril, lest it burn the verity
 
Of all that is holesome, and iii) go where the flow
        takes you, but suspect the master's tools as
        much as you trust the baker's bread, squeaming
        at the principality of it all the way to the bank -

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Guy walks into hardware shop; asks for the master’s tools. “What would you be needing those for?”, the shopkeeper asks. “To dismantle his house.” The shopkeeper – a girl named Audre – hesitates first to tell him that would be futile, but then chooses not to remain silent.

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I read my love as river

I took my song as hunger
       skin of fear    I spoke my
       song too soon

I bled my word as stone
       soothe of fear    I spoke my
       word too soon

I read my love as river
       hum of fear    I spoke my
       love too soon -

the cusp of peace

Silence will bring the cusp of peace to
        your door     do as you will with the

knob of night      Silence will shriek the
        film of war through your eyes     blink

as you will as time wanders      Silence will
         throb the sob of earth at your chest

sing as you will, as you dream, as you nest. 

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unprepared wound

When light enters the unprepared wound, surround it 
     with birdsong     if word betrays 
     the promise of land, soak it with wine, 
     the promise of winter & the largesse of being 
     nothing     at the clip of morning, be known
At the slip of night, grow feathers 

this poem will swim in beauty

this poem will swim in beauty
        for it knows the rock that locked
        your breath - and mine - for

longer than the hand that stayed
        in wretched form    the swamp
        that homed the song that

longed for more    longer than the
         field of vows that strung your
         laugh with mine and shed the

longest tear    in missing, in passing
         in warming the word, in warning
         the word    this poem will swim in

beauty -

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And here is the data tangent to this poem.

Stretchable summers

Summers are no longer stretchable
         the cars get in the way      traffic
         is to climate as the muse's reluc-

         tance is to song

Nothing in the forest beckons birds 
          to muse on the flitness of 
          purpose      wormholes to

          stretchable summers -

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Like my last post, this poem is again a tangential companion to another data post of mine, residing elsewhere.

A Shrewd Shaming of the Shrew

It might not be the job of poems to say what can be said better using other forms of saymanship. But if poems float in an unconnected ether for very long, Wakan Tanka’s consternation notches up, and she speed dials Laozi asking him to summon up a new manuscript now that the gatekeepers have changed: something relevant to what Rita Laura Segato aptly calls the apocalyptic phase of capital. It’s up to Laozi then to cough up a new song which might, at first glance, not look like a song at all.

https://huzaifazoom.substack.com/p/shaming-of-the-shrew

Detached Reticences

You hold the line responsible for its
        waver, lunge and

Detach     when did the morning weave
       ever convince us

Otherwise?     whose last word was it
       that excused every

One from remembering?    where does
       reticence reside if

Not in the dream of hollows & concen-
       tric irregularities?

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Companion poem to this.

stokefelt

the stoke of a fiery pen is the un-
      made word   feel the thin space
      around it grow into a river -

the felt of an afterthought is not the
      noun it used to be before the
      verbs rushed into the river - 

dead poets

i.
who will forgive
              me for eating
              your sweet red wheelbarrow?
ii.
show me your
               handful of
               fearful dust, must you?
iii.
will you bury your
              blue guitar now
              in a colored cemetery?