From: The Switch Yards
Michael Rerick
A tense buzz of birds in
light escalation, a sudden
twist synaesthesia
peeping at the bathroom window,
others—it’s coffee almost—
harmonizing
collected
each morning
and each morning
a ten morning mile and sand storm dream
walk in the morning ten sleep miles an
animal dream in violent love in the morning
the same bed of ten sand miles and the myth
detection machine technology dream in the
morning dusting sand sheets a ten thousand
thousand love mile walk to sleep
and
the shipping clerk sings:
“All ship hulls, exterior,
exterior, load torqued, float
in their skin of land, land
ho! contents pressed heavy,
contents and bilge.”
To which the crane arm replies:
“The slap trap waves
and gulls dive and fish
dart, high I am here,
below a loose skin of
lifted metal cargo crates.”
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Michael Rerick has a full-length collection, In Ways Impossible to Fold, out with Marsh Hawk Press, and a chapbook, X-Ray, out with Flying Guillotine Press.