a selection from ’ebbles

 

David Weiss

 

 

 

 

            lost the starling —

            an afterimage:

 

liquid shadow hot —

just under surface

dark flowering stone

 

 

 

 

high-strung

finger hum

the face-poem

trance

 

            scratching

            eye from eye

 

the penny-part drum

sticking words in —

never wholly new

 

            dusty leaves

            near pod sung

            steel outlier

 

                        free

                        or else or

 

 

 

 

the mid-tone

wafts

along alabaster

boughs :

 

its watery

extent ;

its watery

mind

 

the ego-loom

peels

this dotted

head

 

diagonal line

& flat hairs

 

along the

hollow-edge

consecrated

notion glued :

 

pacing &

perturbed ;

pacing &

privation —

 

to seal

unbarred

’scape

 

 

 

 

tap shuffle rhyme —

 

this child-ear slips against

geometric toe dropping

 

dithering, the habitual din

— hymn plucked two by two

 

 

 

 

downward flow

shuffles stiff leaves

 

dividing juncture, a

half-reflecting face

 

flitting sun above

stone’s sound withdraws

 

water spider skips up until pause

a downward drift

 

then three quick circles

along drawn surface

 

 

 

 

twin-toes bleat     riven dactyl

chains an on/off meter     rough lather poetized

 

            tongue read up on midnight trains

            a buttered brother flew astride

            this squeegee edged memory

            a mind’s lacework history

 

            galvanic cell chimes 1 or 0

            deluxe mother asks ‘what time’

 

 

 

 

dirty nails digging

hoping to perceive —

 

Kafka :

            As for God

sometimes yes, sometimes no

 

— if the sky’s blue were amen

     I’d love you

 

 

 

 

perri-eyed, the

moss & curtain

limbed torch

 

gleaming we, a

stranded tensor

belt’d & blue

 

entropy’s stuck-

up tune —

black quay to

lever’d slop

 

it takes, this ghost

with feet, this pop-

ish gesture & old-

fashioned grace

 

     free-

     dom

     is . . .

 

a dress plays, dark

pleats in yellow light, an

advent within horizon

 

 

 

 

                        this meta-no —

                        neck coiled &

            flightless —

            weather &

                        weathered logic, in-

                        breathing feathers

            above

            marbled berm

 

 

 

 

— eye-wed —

webbed birdsong

hula-wold rasp

 

— ten-twist —

branch over branch

in sparrow’s flight

 

— newing —

expectant perch,

precarious routine

 

 

 

 

god twaddle

— hip & ink

contra candle

 

this knee’s

hallowed

marching

 

an

inch falls

into inch

 

 

 

 

— pulse —

mitotic sprint

vouching-safe

 

— charcoal

     hand —

 

     fear —

intestinal hook

fishing

 

 

 

 

cloud work, lapping musts of

sheltered/seasoned — feinted

randomness

 

lacewing

stickings to thin-gum

piled

 

mid-mind a latex —

slump borne &

rocky

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

David Weiss is a poet & arts organizer living in Tucson Arizona.  David founded Sonorous Anchorite (2021-24), a not-for-profit literary arts press dedicated to publishing “innovative writing that tends toward the poem.”  As part of Sonorous Anchorite, he curated A Moveable Beast, a poetical cabaret cultivating curious intersections between the varied practices of poets, musicians, artists, etc.  David served as the Assistant Director at Chax Press and as a board member of POG, a community poetry and arts organization from 2019-2022, both located in Tucson Arizona.  His recent poems have appeared in the journals BlazeVOX and Alienocene, and his book-length poem, In Memoriam: in enquiry, was published by Chax Press in early 2022. 

 

 

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