THREE POEMS
Kyle Conner
untitled
Entitled
you are
to have
a drainpipe
empties
all
the shit
from your life
alas
Fortune
no fool
nor flush
We work
untitled
The gut
ingratiates
--Engroined
the other
volitions
numb encoiled
by purpose
charm
lapse
shaken out
a raw drunk
gauges
charm
by milk
of stench
AGENDA
1 We do need a solution
2 getting over that term/trauma
3 some people are spiraling outward
4 no memoranda at the limit
5 nor of human spirit
6 the shape of the human wail
7 the poster says, simply: NO WAR
8 the images and the words together
9 no memorabilia of merit
10 slant of opinion / slope of language
11 weil of pixels, human noise indecipherable
12 underprivileged science
13 religion has no mate
14 is there a two-state solution
15 those states being mind and body
16 those states being growth and decay
17 sometimes rocks trees the state
18 of things of love of rage “my
19 vocabulary” what is vocabulary
20 is that like armamentarium is that
21 like deliverance, is that like transcendence
22 transference, transduction, transubstantiation
23 or just inebriate incomprehension
24 is that like delight is there anything
25 remotely resembling delight out there where
26 no one can hear you scream
27 I’m sorry this poem does not have any answers
28 Like the earth roots that extend
29 Deep into metaphysical substrata
30 Connecting us to history and moment
31 And obliterate all division between ONE and ALL