Robert Mittenthal

from LIQUID PAPER

              —self of lack from just beginning
 

The tumble between

Neither is made of what
 

And no isn't any more

a line in "them"
 

than what it is

in damp years
 

the swallow a song if she

is followed
 

face down in the light

not there
 

not against the machine

example where arrival clocks
 

a new frontier

portly word — glass and water
 

more than a word's confusions

in the threshold that reads me
 
 
 
 

River of ouch, coin

barrier the furrows encase
 

A sort of seal painting (ecstasy

              of sheep)

                              furnishing

the fire's citations (pleasure optional)

               in a circle

whose yellowed lines draw a part
 

Inserting the page

opacity parks its maliced

                words in the mind flats

Thus,

                white — and white swath — shadow

                not desire's same

                               brushed or gently opaqued
 
 

                we take this weigh station Latin

review of his curve

whose eye through the air

                stays in touch
 

In this — cross section of book

compare flatness — plush, worsted

almost wet (dream of) nature's

unclothed face dives into the

skin deep end
 
 
 
 

Somewhere Spicer says

The Angel's hair is square

A definition identical to one's mouth
 

These — our followers — whose ear is

It — leaking vision — egglike — welded —

Curled into a map where the body

Parts — where one needs to work no answer in
 

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              (one mint julep)

              whose finger cots felt pins

              to find the treasure folded into

              or prints of a sculpted green
 

Just forget the bridge

Depth charges add

                                      travelogues of

                                      words exchanged why

                                      the desire for nothing

                                      happens — why
 

              life shoots of a city's likes —

              why her book impairs to contest

              the loss that stands: stamina
 

              an illegible hand floating words

              as one must — to sever

              the cups that form over the lip —

              no — general is — in Thing-dom
 
 
 
 

Let the ears surpass the eyes

abstract maps starve in the

loop attention breaks
 

An auditor, the one with the small

ears, says "repeat after me" but

hears nothing when
 

               reading a funnel

to pour one's word in. Reading

at a speed not equal to pass

               for a fence
 

The eyes of this mute

               faded to a glance

               How untrack the cold

sequence of the follow

coalesce
 
 
 
 

A solid scoop of person — trunk

to tree with a relative color of sound

the word 'pain' in a possible description
 

                                          A page impossibly flat

because character does not exist

Another gray & brick song

caught subsuming the dictates of the only air
 

Though elongated — one's fist appears to

amass. A simulation or dodge whose

other visible narrows . . .

                                                            flickering,

all wet as an escalation, animal

to a cruel fit. We are faced with & displaced

to mob the assumed & dive. As if

my name bobs to prove a witch.

Sink of spine to serve as book

Money is a load off me —

bought out, a deliberate bounce

off the agency clown
 

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