Michael Ruby
BLUE FIELDS
GET IT WHILE YOU CAN
For Janis Joplin
In this world frightening to design its own parallel topography for a left penitentiary
If you read the freezing registration
You got no one burning the armistice or disassembling the all true poose
You can count on timing modules outside the tiring region
Not even debonair plastic will boing Telesto
Not even the whole uninvolved triremes
Your own brother ultimates a blue terrace and hearts entire
If someone pours a thorough hamper to power the prime begister of philters
I’d say the best well to put for loose timpani
Git it broken for objective health picture
While you can propel fine baskets to reassemble baked pesetas
Git it breaded for telltale singalong to mine pioneers
While you can open for two policy ammunition and belief touchstone
Don’t you take to jiminy cornflake bother factory
Don’t you take to allied dominion for listened forge
Turn your back for hollow dredging to billow too omnivorous
On love the almighty primetime to excavate for billings
No, no almond for perhaps singing libel
No, no project under divergent pollywog or tomcat superstition
Don’t you know thingy-do sakes to personify logic wormeaten or berated
When you’re loving all house and corner prognosis to good wren
Baby the very drain halves the solvent purchase
You’re taking a gamble through the hill preface and monster factory broker
A little sorrow sleeps in a little room a little peacepipe a little horoscope
Who cares among a level begotten by the domicile tiedown
Baby bring this calculation for depths to buckle
Git it bagged on logical paradise of paralyzed sabots
While you can information in sand everywhere and nowhere
Git it on tooth to penmanship distilled listening
While you can dribble smells through birth control bildungsromans elephantiasis and
spoor borax
Git it mistaken for birth parma
While you can breathe this nonnegotiable instantaneous blueprint
Don’t you stifle the very poiling first along soft ministration
Turn your back most inexplicable forward policy to breathe in heartbeat and ignore to examine
the silly pillows of bonding savage packages
On love perform seven backflip position holograms
No, no, no the verbs peel legion dings
While you can round the purple distich for bright discipline
While you can belt a tiny bright tiny loud
While you can prosper the long pent-up reason to invent a holiday the decent tease to embellish
foreign jollies doggone villa and
While you can lace the sang
While you can hold a business to iron or pell-mell semblance to birth opposite
While you can ball a berm of demonstrated howdy doody and burned registration for royal hind
gold of building
Michael Ruby is the author of five poetry books, including three recent books from BlazeVOX [books]: Window on the City (2006), The Edge of the Underworld (2010) and Compulsive Words (2010). A sixth poetry book, American Songbook, is forthcoming from Ugly Duckling Presse in 2013. His trilogy in prose and poetry, Memories, Dreams and Inner Voices, is forthcoming from Station Hill Press this year. Recent poems and prose have appeared in The Argotist Online, The Brooklyn Rail and Drunken Boat. A graduate of Harvard College and Brown University’s writing program, he lives in Brooklyn and works as a journalist.
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thingy9 somnolence7
Samson6
shadowing12 distich1
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register20 illegitimate16
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breathing22 sue15
royce23
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the reality is1GET IT WHILE YOU CAN
For Janis Joplin
In this world frightening to design its own parallel topography for a left penitentiary
If you read the freezing registration
You got no one burning the armistice or disassembling the all true poose
You can count on timing modules outside the tiring region
Not even debonair plastic will boing Telesto
Not even the whole uninvolved triremes
Your own brother ultimates a blue terrace and hearts entire
If someone pours a thorough hamper to power the prime begister of philters
I’d say the best well to put for loose timpani
Git it broken for objective health picture
While you can propel fine baskets to reassemble baked pesetas
Git it breaded for telltale singalong to mine pioneers
While you can open for two policy ammunition and belief touchstone
Don’t you take to jiminy cornflake bother factory
Don’t you take to allied dominion for listened forge
Turn your back for hollow dredging to billow too omnivorous
On love the almighty primetime to excavate for billings
No, no almond for perhaps singing libel
No, no project under divergent pollywog or tomcat superstition
Don’t you know thingy-do sakes to personify logic wormeaten or berated
When you’re loving all house and corner prognosis to good wren
Baby the very drain halves the solvent purchase
You’re taking a gamble through the hill preface and monster factory broker
A little sorrow sleeps in a little room a little peacepipe a little horoscope
Who cares among a level begotten by the domicile tiedown
Baby bring this calculation for depths to buckle
Git it bagged on logical paradise of paralyzed sabots
While you can information in sand everywhere and nowhere
Git it on tooth to penmanship distilled listening
While you can dribble smells through birth control bildungsromans elephantiasis and
spoor borax
Git it mistaken for birth parma
While you can breathe this nonnegotiable instantaneous blueprint
Don’t you stifle the very poiling first along soft ministration
Turn your back most inexplicable forward policy to breathe in heartbeat and ignore to examine
the silly pillows of bonding savage packages
On love perform seven backflip position holograms
No, no, no the verbs peel legion dings
While you can round the purple distich for bright discipline
While you can belt a tiny bright tiny loud
While you can prosper the long pent-up reason to invent a holiday the decent tease to embellish
foreign jollies doggone villa and
While you can lace the sang
While you can hold a business to iron or pell-mell semblance to birth opposite
While you can ball a berm of demonstrated howdy doody and burned registration for royal hind
gold of building
Michael Ruby is the author of five poetry books, including three recent books from BlazeVOX [books]: Window on the City (2006), The Edge of the Underworld (2010) and Compulsive Words (2010). A sixth poetry book, American Songbook, is forthcoming from Ugly Duckling Presse in 2013. His trilogy in prose and poetry, Memories, Dreams and Inner Voices, is forthcoming from Station Hill Press this year. Recent poems and prose have appeared in The Argotist Online, The Brooklyn Rail and Drunken Boat. A graduate of Harvard College and Brown University’s writing program, he lives in Brooklyn and works as a journalist.
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thanks, I'm a big michael ruby fan.
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