from Strand
Doug Bolling
strand 7
a blockage in a
linear
a listening of
a crucial
distortion
your words in
uncertain
mode
so
Gertrude Stein
applying
hatchet
to the
excess
the corridor
wherein a
silence
rubbed
against the
nouns
a grammar
quashed.
strand 8
the temporal
unwrapped
about
a clock
ticking
an ego loosened
awash in
tidal
ceremony
as of memory
now an
apartness
in a sealed
chamber below
the streets
a jumble of
your myth
by which
to navigate
a now
uncharted
endless
ness.
strand 12
a jumble of
the spaces
roped to
times
I have seen
them
weeping
beside the
unknown
river
the past
already
downstream
overseen by
blackbirds
sweeping
near
each moment
a door
swinging
in the
unread
winds
as a babel
brushes
against
the wall
unhearing.
Doug Bolling’s writing has appeared in Indefinite space, Streetcake, s/word, BlazeVOX, 0toliths, Juked, Swamp Ape and previously in E·ratio, among others. He is working on a collection of experimental work and lives in the environs of Chicago.