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名人诗歌|The Culture of Glass

来源:www.lindaur.com 2024-07-13
by Thylias Moss1

Columbo's eye, Peter Falk's inpisible

from the other's vitreous dupe that he can pocket,

rub into, off of, and shine the crystal eyeball after

it subs in a game of table pool. Oh yeah!

The future of fortunes is manufactured revelation

of a snow globe: when the right someone gets his hands

on such a world, that world is shaken to pieces, the glass

is tapped in the aquarium2, 百度竞价推广itransparent arowanas remain

inexplicable4, a tapper's desire breaks out: oh to become glass,

to slide the foot into a transparent3 baby slipper5 arowana

and dance with a prince whose glass toenails

shatter when he runs after glass-footed beauties

born that way, skin so thin it hides nothing

without actually being clear, sneak6 peak

at the friable7 optic nerve, the components8

separated only by glass

through which all seen becomes transparent, criminal

activity obvious, the put-on of opaque9 alibis10

exposing a fear of crime's transparency:

finger prints on the latex interior of the gloves,

imprint11 of a face on the wrong side of the mask:

at some level, a matter of seeing eye dog versus12 unseeing

eye dog, culture of breed, hole-in-the-wall expectations, cash

transactions, motel by the half-hour versus extended stay

opulence13 just to sleep there for real

with seeing eye dog sleeping on a braided rug half-under

the bed of a blind girl, the girlishness not an issue,

the dog not meant to be her guide into decisions, just

crossings to which she becomes committed independently,

regarding the cool dark of evening, the lapse14

of the feel of light as day's form of breathing,

getting illumination off its wide chest

until able to face again the responsibility of light

that even this girl must accept behind glasses:

day is hers too, given by an internal clock

that wants all the bright hours, odor of rising,

flowers opening with the bakeries, stunning15

synchronizations, a pas de deux, she steps, dog steps

into the crosswalk at the same time as a man heading

toward them with coffee, led also but by the Arabica, hookah

descent, descant16 now to the caffeine

that doesn't adhere to the glass mug: it is all for him,

her too if they merge17 at first sight: the world of coffee,

the culture of glass

bottom boats, success:

liquid assets: if solidity is the basic state

that matters, it's obvious what happens:

The dog retires, seeing what canines18 see

for himself, fleas19 cross

his coat without help other than his receiving

no special treatment,

tied in a twenty-foot yard frequented most

by sunflowers, each seed

like the eye of an insect. An alley20 of a yard

that from time to time becomes a crime scene

in the blink of an eye

the glass one melts last.


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