Jonathan

Dubow
happy birthday margot isaac and emma
walla the possible hours are talking moving different
and phenomenologically the seconds hundreds of them
talk each lasts
a generation each so minute in its nature
is called to the kaleidescope of alabama
the future collects before them the great outside
actually tuscaloosa fragments the air of their conscious particulars
the lawnmower on a soggy hill in a great light confiding in distance
and the birds each silvered slug great blank god
sacred sick feeling
and the scrubland of bullet thorns
standing water
swamps
deer tracks and then
deer
the baby moon in the breach of buildings everyone looking up at it
the how it all came about and from what and
where its all going and
the ego and
walla the moon is a pile of snow dancing while i sleep across a windy sky
i sing when im not supposed to
what does it look like
looking up at the sky
etc etc etc
i jump up and down on january twenty-ninth
what does it feel like

Jonathan Dubow
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screech of screechbird
sneeze of hound
throat of throttle
a cargo transport rattles the mantle
journalists rattle governing bodies rattle
not with the wild glare of the rattler
yes with the wild glare of the rattler
bucks buckling
moons mooning
a scheme that has tricked me
a shiny scab
colors of perceived pressures dripping clothes qualms
encroachments rattle
making fun of hell
tuscaloosa
whose fabulations never end
jaunty rattle gaunt rattle idiotic rattle oval rattle
turquoise shingles early evening and then some
constellations a friend rattles 12 or 13 et ceteras

Jonathan Dubow
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people lay in flowers and light

with a howling noise

candles and embassies

and everything starts to rattle

then objects
start falling out of the sky
says irina tipunova
65
and then i heard a roar she said and
a woman landed
in the kitchen