Upper Horse Camp
Noise of self, riot of color,
reversible thought could oscillate
down a bee-way time
with immune response buffered.Coined a certain way of thinking,
of thought, could fall over
from intrigue, right off stage
left: monasteries of identity
revered female relatives, bled them.Could a practice measure its own
history?animism of robot: it won’t listen,
anxious to game, not study
mysteries of the universe. Curious,
unionized, collectively owned
Fluxus means of production, we embody
it all, hottest on record
hands-offthen the smooth glide to landing strip
round vowel sound, low and lower
problem of temporal resolutionmass exodus of doctors, come
sign letter in support of ocean studies,
a threatened closing, asymmetric modeltrade in private information, ommatidia,
exoplanets, memoirs, that sort of thingAre all texts inside a body
squandered on gain?what fair child?
passage into our here:
evenly spaced, all three hold python
for the bounty photographerSaw oval opening to sky
can never get it back again
re-written, lost in a stormthat hunter’s joy at locating
continuity problems turns
on scenic order, fresh wardrobecornered a good location
for our net zero support wagon,
factored prudential interpretation,
dispersed fertility ideasfractured binocular view
insect-eyed eight-channel
program: paired riders fall
off edge of screen, fall up onto
neighbor screen, skew crows’
line of flight to our lucid view.
Deborah Meadows grew up in Buffalo, NY. After graduating from SUNY, Buffalo in Philosophy and English, she moved to California where she taught for many years. She is an Emerita faculty member at California State Polytechnic University, Pomona, lives with her husband in Los Angeles’ Arts District/Little Tokyo, and has published over a dozen books of poetry, most recently Bumblebees (Roof ,NYC), Neo-bedrooms (Shearsman), Lecture Notes, a duration poem in twelve parts (BlazeVOX [books]), and The Demotion of Pluto: Poems and Plays (BlazeVOX [books]).
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