Always a zephyr to find a new portfolio from john martone in the mailbox. His latest installment is molecular lament, and i thought i’d throw together some favorites. (In the course of doing a quick search for the cover image, i came across a nice suite of entirely different poems from this collection made by Jerome Rothenberg for his blog “Poems and poetics” thru Jacket2; do check it out.)
lettuce
seed
tastes
of dust
.
(the small
waves
too
dragon
flies)
.
now he’s dead
they tear out
all those walls
.
so many cells
but he can’t name
that bird song
.
bird-note
sails off
earth’s edge
.
everything
people have
given me
bird-note
.
box of photos
spilled on the floor
it’s all water
.
falling from
heights of that
molecule —
.
any
thing
single’s
a thorn
.
white hair
fluorescent
lights
.
what clock
ticking
so fast
.
say that word
feel the void’s
ligament
.
long
before
cunei
form
throat
carti
lage
.
those molecules
raise their eyes
it’s raining
.
john martone
/ molecular lament
sumaddo / ocean
2012
johnmartone@gmail.com
[an on-line version is available on jm’s scribd page]
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