Andrew Peterson: Selections from occasional landscapes

Andrew K. Peterson:

Selections from occasional landscapes

“ 3o ”

what does the second half of life bring? More

love? More grief? More fate through liberation in insufferable

suffering and life, yes, more life. paralysis of thought

on edge  descending

wood in some Grand Canyon State. Rails, tracks, grown-in

wild flowers? Cool

courage for the swerves, great task of immunity

from system’s forbidden occurrences,

accruals  & decay

*

noting traveling apostrophizes

Amygdala’s

diamond glitter wedge

externalizing focus ® drawn from trauma ¬

grown in externalized object

            (Vegetation delimits speeding sign)

Kind of Blue: a rind

as in, sort of, or

                        certain type

Curious struggle: gnat against my heart-pocket ,  broken-winged terror of

never-ending world of a = unknowable alliances

Open field awareness = S P L I C E

                        projective image for the beyond

                        with happiness, in tandem:

*

I could be in love with a friend’s shadow walking with someone that

feels natural talking seeing shadows together on sidewalks

clean, trailing ahead –  insular

“theory comes in later   a frame”

an upside down flame

            If I don’t say

I forget what it is –

sweet, feel it’s safer –

crying outside emergency

rooms lonelier , rawer with awe

than ever before  ‘Nor direction

            O direction to go’  

*

together  everyone achieves  mythology

 – Ayrella, age 6

tell the wolf it’s a human universe

bloody

burning wheel one never spoke of

no renunciation

so the hungry ghost goes

*

"I accept my human condition" —Jorge Guillen

        vision of public gesture
                as great revealing intimacy
impossible to separate
the grammar's in the music

lights move in rhythm to the imagined

scores of forms passed over , though
spurs
in the sonic gland mind

         : a bubbled gum
                  olive branches       & heat stones

*

… keep your memories...

a crown

levitating

feet above your

head

rendered

flame-like

fingerprint

permanently

autonomous..

...but keep your powder dry too…

whether it pits the notion of devastation against

nation, morality without such recognition’s maybe

dangerous look to those aggressive birds,

(i.e. change in light status, mismatched address)

singing songs & making a racket

in front of their composite lord or the greedy

flies.  flood of terrestrial battle

fields. Better to weep

than not to weep    

              ???

Andrew K. Peterson is the author of two full-length poetry collections: some deer left the yard moving day and Museum of Thrown Objects (both published by BlazeVox Books). His chapbook bonjour Meriwether and the rabid maps (Fact-Simile Press, 2011) appeared in an exhibition on poets’ maps the University of Arizona’s Poetry Center. He edits summer stock, an online poetry journal, and lives in the Boston area.