20161209

John Martone

miscellany

this
nothing
all


a shell
of light

˚

the splendor
all those years
are just a peek

then you’re
part of it

˚

royal palm
(looking up)

pupil
of no eye

˚

from the shore
looking out

all around
it’s a lens

˚

ocean

counting
the waves

a measure
of light

˚

ocean
turning

all those
pages

not one
word

˚

glinting parts
of a watch

and a book
in the sand

˚

ocean’s
single
syllable

I found
I could
let go


˚

jingle
shells


little
prayers

˚

people look
really strange
sea turtles

˚

seaweed —
torso —

full of
treasure

˚

hellenistic drapery
the folding waves
amida’s lap

˚

high-tide line —
miscellany

(you’ve always been
a formalist)

˚

limestone

(auden)

˚

pelicans
flying low
as you would

˚

follow sand-
piper tracks

till no more —
gotcha now

˚

amulet
just need a string —

wormhole
already

through the lucine

˚

a - mi - da - bu’

      we - ne - ver – were

˚

fathom long
human form

ocean’s depth



John Martone's recent work includes so long from Ornithopter press and a lost world's weather from his samuddo/ocean. He also publishes an online magazine, otata.
 
 
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