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JEFF HARRISON

 

My poetry has appeared in Nerve Lantern, Sentence, VeRT, Big Bridge, XStream, Muse Apprentice Guild, Moria, Poethia, Word for Word, Xerography, Blackbox, Masthead, Side Reality, Generator, Tin Lustre Mobile, foam:e, eratio, A Chide's Alphabet, 5_Trope, The Dream People, Aught, Blackboard Project, Cipher Journal, Newtopia, Pettycoat Relaxer, Great Works, canwehaveourballback, Gypsy, Kichen Sink, and Cranky. My poetry collection Fickleyes, Futilears, & William Wormswork is available from MAG Press. I have two e-books at  xPress(ed), and one at Blazevox.



THE PLACE THE LIONESS SEES IS WHAT WRITING WAS

adding to the page, & fight to dead, lioness mine, alas!
out all loveliness, out, Stygian self-charged favorite
page buried written & was unearthed empty -- so the
ethereal is favor'd or else it's the page particular, as

upon the lioness another unnecessary thunderbolt
oh what bubbles Jove rends, she but hinted Jove
girds leaves with lives, & th'tragedious but to fill seats,
unanswered goes the mourner, calling for the lioness he
sounds nowhere as near a sea-lion / of those ciphery clamors:
th'dropt ope eke crept as big hares once didst th'earth
this is known as the rebottling of the epistle system


SEEM'ST I AM OF LINES -- BENEATH THEM, IS MY BELIEF, I'M FLEECY

in pretty letters turns out Herr Bibliothekarius
is some sort of machine that can imagine
every conscience, or, more prettily than servants
could turn,
he's a close cut of glass
that broke the Wish Key,

THIS IS but to exaggerate the situation --
situation having stopped Sunday anyway

in the Swedenborgian correspondences, you are, Herr
Bib, the companion of nothing, back-speaking human!

BUT THERE you have servants - they make pretty replies
turning pretty letters, &, reading sugar, are sugar-pretty


BRIGHT CHANTICLEER PROCLAIMS THE DAWN, & SPANGLES DECK THE MORN

me anew; anew my place,
anew my makes
my place make afraid, flowers, & birds, & you, ink,
breaks (dime) will hurt your birds,
as Greeks're broken so're
mine from my "My lines perfect the again, lyre, die, -- "

Science Fiction Book Club, Dept. 5-PBI-D
Garden City, New York

me chilly on creeping dew, this leaves me're as
Greeks're broken, & as flowers, so as birds, then
so museum-glue for Clasping-Ago,
& the elegists,
too-newly too-laureled, they played the word away


DIRECTIONS

1. Place dime on
spot indicated.

2. Fold section (1)
down over
dime.

3. Fold section (2)
up over dime.

4. Fold section (3)
along "museum-
glue" line.

5. Insert point (B)
of triangular
pocket into
slot (A___A)

6. Fill in name
and address
and mail in an
envelope to
address above.


ink to,
oh do,

un-

perplex
their
minstrel-

sy

for, perplex'd,
their eyes do
run tears out-
pacin' tears of
the Blood Lady

her voice chilled
the elegists anew as
the mouths in their
face ruined the word to
"...to 'give me another
dime while you're at it'"

to

vivacity for havoc'd lips, for
Virginia's elfin liberty, but my
libretty, neither, o'ercome any
693-page science fiction classic
nor on my lips perches, anew,
the word Greeks're, still, inking


 

 

copyright Jeff Harrison