Speed of the Burning Forest, Abscience [Canto, CXX120]
by Nicholas A. DeBoer
dim, on the underside
[mine palm] crumpled page
found in the hands…
it is this place, my old arena, a rotten mattress
with my body lying still. fingers
pressed tight against, into
the skin of my hands. nights light attracted
through the window, space missing and present.
early day (abscience vibrates)
number of hundreds, so-so pages, deeds, contracts
way/knuckles the white page, a process
lifeswork disintegrating
outside: foamy gain over water, glass
tears [fast, harder waves]
put fingers tight around pages gone yellowed,
new skin cells die, oils leak, prints
etch
slow, with stinging veins. to crave, to give permission. to see untested.
swallow
dark hard.
spit,
that old block of poetry to be sculpted writing where no time is spent
Speed of the Burning Forest, Abscience [Canto, CXX120]
(to see the rest of this poem, with the intended spacing, click on the above link. You will not be disappointed.)
Bio: Nicholas A. DeBoer is a recent graduate of Naropa University with a Master of the Fine Arts. He currently lives in Chicago, where he slaves away at creating a quesetionable modern day epic poem and scratches his head over the ongoing philosophical concerns of the day in essays and critical reports. He also runs a press with his partner, M. Perel, entitled Polter Press, which can be reached at polterpress@gmail.com . Currently, he’s looking for a teaching gig, any bites out there would be appreciated…
