ANNE GORRICK

She listens to “The Power of Poughkeepsie” tapes in her Miraclesuit™ (after “The Poem” by George Oppen – as suggested by Google)

Dashmask, sickraven, the caterpillar’s soft steps

I love thee like a home burial poem

Can you really summarize the rain?

How Annandale went out and learned to sweep the floor

Haiku hunter, how to be alone with your grammar

He wants to liberate the earth from civilization

Shark tank parishioners linger in New Zealand with folded hands

Killing flies like you, the candles throw in their music

Light travels like an unwelcome discography

Fat thistles, wild with romantic swag in a republic of suffering

The end of days is a structure we can measure

Like body fat, matter, what we’ve lost, temperature, acres, audience

Acquainted, abbreviated, bees walk through Galileo’s yellow bible

This is not meant to be a theory or a factual statement

She is miserable and microwave safe and miracle-ized

The Jesus Bible Tankini

Were we created by extraterrestrials?

Were we meant to eat meat together in a past life?

Were we just wasting broken hearted time?

Neolithic revolution, we vote on a hypothesis of tomorrow

Hopping arctic compass parabola, Batman

Indigo, cosine, derivative, crimp, shine

Thistleheads and wrecks, even god is deprived of place

Things invented by accident:

space, the number 3, Central Park, the sky, the ocean, this coming weekend in Manhattan

I miss the things hidden in money

Burning plasma, burning mouth syndrome

The Buddha bass tab on shiny toy guns

Lyrics yell for weed control, ignorant devices

We are not eaten by yaks, not amused and not alone

You are not statistically significant

Sticky rice lip gloss, stilettos, stillborn, stinkbugs

Starless, this is the place for the writer to handwrite their name

The river begins like a book, its scaffolding, staging

Watermark, wish, wound

Two dots scream at each other

The door smiles at her amnesia bones

The wind contains additional commands, willows

Smooth orange synonyms are your horses

Outrageous drinking games involving otters

Limitless walkthrough zombie Sasquatch annihilation

Cut breath fantasy gamer

Hope is inorganic, so simple, our idleness

Is it really unlawful to duplicate this key?

An unknown mortal orchestra

Armies of artists and their alphabets

All the question marks started to sing

The Styrofoam began to melt away, and saints said “whoa”

Furled this last syllable of recorded time

and the least penetrating form of radiation you should know about in English

Verses like dangerous branches

At the mall there was a séance to find the least random number

Newspapers were once ships, commonplacing

Taproots among beauties, Nike married a striping machine

Self-immolation as a photographic protest

Brightness brushes coastal bedrooms, the sky burns after reading

Shell scripts in darkness strategy

Is the light from a lightbulb coherent?  The sky is polarized

Incandescent monochromatic ohmic

We live in an invented America

The diaper bag is also on fire

Insolence pixelated, water cycle, the weekend never dies streaming

The rose fought between the warmth of other suns

Unsaid, brides forget in slow motion

Bridesmaids carry Carnival Cruises to America

Buffoonery oxidizes

The appearance of an organism is its consensus

Guests trade silence in the facial flex dictionary

She’s a sentimentality virgin, landlocked hours

Language lives on moats, the wild Venezuela office message

Out of sleeping pills, we’re deductible

                                 ---Anne Gorrick

Anne Gorrick is a poet and visual artist in West Park, NY.  Most recently, she is the author of: A’s Visuality (BlazeVOX Books, Buffalo, NY, 2015) and has co-edited (with Sam Truitt) In|Filtration: An Anthology ofInnovative Poetry from the Hudson River Valley (Station Hill Press, Barrytown, NY, 2016).  She co-curates with Melanie Klein the reading series Process to Text.