Aught, no. 15 (2006)


Daniel Rounds

aerosol

throne of whiteout
king
of empty sets

and here
hanging in the

interstice

a paper mache god

gender-bending
blogging, yeah

you can almost see his
dactyls run

your fingers through his

free minutes
on weekends.

 

 

big tome

 

I don't want a big tome.


just stitch my face shut


& call it loss. call it: letting-

-go. I'm/so tired. more


tired-than: even-now-you.

 

 

white bird

in this
superscript
on the
wall
of this
barn.

unholy barn.
white bird.

of stone
sinking

and hood
of another
car

folded over.
we roll. we

roll on.

 

 

barking-dog-sky

unbutton
the years

the sun, the hours
unbutton

the minutes. the

choked-dance
crooked arrow

of reason. the
barking-dog-sky.

 


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