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LIGHT-HEADED
Matt Hart
BlazeVOX [books]Buffalo, New York
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LIGHT-HEADED by Matt Hart
Copyright 2010Published by BlazeVOX [books]
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproducedwithout the publishers written permission, except for briefquotations in reviews.
Printed in the United States of America
Book design by Geoffrey GatzaCover art by Ken HensonPrinter's ornament by Eric ApplebyFirst EditionISBN: 978-1-60964-013-2Library of Congress Control Number 2010907778
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WAKING FIT
At random in our bodies,this backyard swimming;
the blue water blue in relation
to the heavens, which echo
without being, and so blown
out of proportion. Our time
on this planet is a baseball bat,a hollowed-out log, the scaffolding
of a ballerinaall very different
thingsthough all of them hits.
And now I am brittle with thingness,
with coming to conclusions
and forgetting all existence: the couch
in the dark, being on it.
Epistemology irks me, so I swim
in not knowing, even in the clearing
and the clearly where it hurts me,the suffering of ever more
miniscule beings: the hawk flying
into the buildingand I dont mean
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inside, I mean into the perimeter, glass
shatter, stupid pigeon! Plug inand proceed through each
statements truth value: once again
mistaken for small children at the zoo,
maybe this is autobiographical.
Or maybe its you hauled out
of the drinking, alphabet
gasping in a sunlight of buttertoo much
amplifier as I tickle my daughter
Nobody gets away from anguish.
The question is always
what to do with ones hands.
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SONNET
1.
This plunked-down, this fire in the hole.
Evan calls from Clay, and I should answer.
The roses in their starry loam.
Who can tell what tomorrow will throw up
upon us like a vomiting dog or baby?
A hawk carrying a squirrel eye-levelthrough the air. This first attempt at nomen-
Clatter at moving the heavens around
Or packing them up in a box of clean
Faces like sheets in the early morning.
This is all I haveperhaps all Ill ever have.
Light-weight sure, but these are mypoems,
which really are like the poems of so many
others. Once I knew a doctor. Is it broken?
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2.
But of course, it isnt nearly near enough
not Leda and the Swan in Jane Carversbathtub, not my spine is a shipwreck,
but beautiful anyway and to taste.
What else really can be particularly,
accurately stated other than my love for you
and you and you and postage stamps?
The end of the road by the mailbox
beneath the sad and gnarled maple tree,the hawk I keep seeing and its mate
swooping down and down and down, shredding
a rodent, only to return to its nest in the spires
Of Cincinnati. O Nature, or big God swooning,
this time Ill be the pleasure, the music.
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3.
Light-weight sure, but these are mypoems.
A lot we talk about Sara and Californianotdreaming, but rather the real thing, the beauty
and heat of it. The hawks in her hair, the love
of Apollinaire, and somebody comes across
the dazzling dance floor dazzling, speaking
in a breathy voice as if speaking of ghosts
in Italian. Right through that door downstairs
my friends mother undid herself, I mean,she died. Thank goodness for all the life
as an antidote around us, and California
that faraway place like a golden shipwreck
waiting to fall into the sea or ascend to the
marvels of the cloud-b(l)ank (fill-in) the sky.
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4.
The end of the road by the mailbox
And the hawk swooping down, down and down.My friend Brett says, rhinoceros, and the world
claps its dainty hands together, because the world
is a girl and full-flowing atop the mountain
he has made in his mind. I find there any number
of good things gooder. O Nature, you time bomb,
which is to say, the seasons thus exploded
blow up our clocks and everybody ducks for coveror dons a fur bathing suit, or mindful-full
bright bellies of stars. All of it stolen (lovingly)
from the mouths of babiesand certainly Brett
doesnt mean babies, he means rhinoceros,
or dances his ass off with charm. The world
is a boy or a girl.
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5.
My dream a dream of Evans three oranges,
of falling asleep in the kings deep ear.What airy passage the music makes here
and what fallen fruit is it singing?
A cloud, a furnace, a burning balloon.
I mention West Hollywood, a coal mine
explosion. Somewhere out there, Darcie
Apocalypse, a name writ large on the fist
of my heart, is teaching high schoolto the geniuses of our age. And why not?
Even geniuses need to be taught about Beauty
and Vision and the way things connect
in spite of themselves. And us in our basements
so sleeping like babies. Slowly she says it,
rhi-no-cer-os.
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6.
Read thee again thosesonnets. Copy
and copy as hard as you can. So thinkingmore and more about Bewilderment, man.
His poems of hilarious spirit and jive, man
which is not at all light-weight, but necessary,
grave as the bottom of a boat which is see-through,
and thus, like the very best dress youve ever witnessed
in the world, which is a girl and darkness. But when
Bewilderment shows up with a bundle of daisiesand a bottle of wine and wants to cook shrimp
risotto, you let him become the king of shrimp
risotto and your destiny, and you do what he tells you
like chopping green onions or crossing out
the unnecessary final sentence because
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7.
Melanie drop-gorgeous, pregnant with pauses.
Light-weight sure, but these are mypoems.I have a hangover the size of your typist.
I have a dream of three oranges
A metal detector
A burst of young blood in my morning of frost.
O dear secretary call me a cab; I need to go
forthwith to Paradise Lost. I need to consider
my pocket discourses: this one on Kindnessand this one on Verve, this one on Corso,
the Roses of Shelley, Roses of Sharon.
And this one of hawks beating-off on my car.
How far will I go to become the next dagger?
Who will co-sign for this loan on my soul?
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8.
Light-headed blue, the color of poems.
My fits dont fit the celebrity ball.Hippopotamus pin cushion, unnecessary
sentence Hawks in her hair, the love
of Apollinaire eye-level squirrel breaking
in and breaking up. Falling fine is hard to do.
Wills on the roof, like Spiderman, dammit!
comes down to say I dont know you
but so happy I could cry I often doThat faraway place like a golden shipwreck
My friends mother A dream of three oranges
Clatter at moving the heavens around
Or packing them up in a box of clean
Good things gooder Leda and the Swan
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9.
Go to hell wicked witches go to hell.
What I really think: Im stupid not vicious.Under the viscous streetlamps I walk,
head up and quickly to my destination
Roadblock. When my friends arrive,
Im dancing with a squirrel being torn apart
by life. Saving me, and thus My wife so sweet
shes an orange. My friends so dear
theyre in trouble sentimental. But forget it:every daytheyre okay. The real issue here
is one of fear and fraidiness on the part
of a certain, gin and tonic contingent. Unlucky
familiar, what do you think? Pick any number
between 12 and 14. Go to hell wicked witches
go to hell.
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10.
Listening to a plane crash. Friday night
wine flightPinot Noir, 2004. Pepperwooddarling
How is your heart? I have no idea. To me
it smacks of wine. California purple.
And suddenly, there she is again,
hawks in her air I know nothing anymore
and Long live man! You fucking posers.
Tell me I dont have a shadow.I double-dog dare you. All the lights
are out. I know how to kick. The best
of all possible worlds is here somewhere,
I can feel it on my lips, and also in
trying to break my heart in a movie.
What I really think: Im stupid, not viscous.
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11.
Bare with me Truth. Exhortative light.
This plunked-down, just one long breath.Mary Anne paints shoes in a long flowering line.
Boom! says Captain Mike. America. Albino
rhododendron. And this week the President said
muckety-muck. None of us were happy. I thought
it sucked. Even politicians need beauty, I sing.
Look in the couch. Look in the soldier. Look
in the shipwreck still sleeping the sky. Why on earthMy wife so sweet and friends so dear.
The fiends leave pamphlets tween our glasses
and doors. No wonder we do our share
of drunk-drinking against them. That soldier
at the turning point is already dead.
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12.
Mike Vallera Mike Vallera.
Red Stripe Lager. Hippopotamus jumble.You call from Chicago and I should listen.
Its snowing. Sounds like a hawk
made of paper on a string. The moon
and stars. California dreaming
Christopher Columbus: Nina, Pinta, Santa
Maria. With any luck well see each other
in a new world soon. By new worldI think I mean better. My advice is this:
Love thy neighbor. It wasnt my idea
just a beautiful sonata. Whatever you do
Leda and the Swan. Think sappy thoughts.
Make pancakes for breakfast every morning.
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13.
Introducing Language Little late
little never. I cant think of anythingmore beautiful than silence. Light-
weight sure As ever, rhinoceros.
My friend Merrill says Bike New York!
and then nothing (which is everything) happens.
Box of clean Faces like sheets Ghosts
and Mote, a song by Sonic Youth.
Id say everythings coming together, dancinglike three oranges on the head of a pin.
The world is a girl, or a boy and a girl.
One long breath. Mike Vallera. Blues
and the dawn of a new Captain Marvel, America.
This plunked-down, this holy I know you
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14.
This week the President Exhortative light.
A hawk shreds a squirrel in the backyard,the meadow. I feel as though Metal detector
Is it broken? The hawks The love.
Whos against me, besides everybody?
Not impressed? Geniuses our age.
Fucking posers. Gin and tonic contingent. Who
asked you for your vicious? Who came down
from your mount? Sleeping like babiesThose unruly sonnets. Evan calls from Clay
I should call back The roses My wife so dear.
Love thy neighbor. I mention California
but these are mypoems. Here in Ohio its sunny
and cold. Look in the soldier. Think sappy thoughts.