Patrick Playter Hartigan - The Ironic One

The ironic one, I lost his number,

a shuffling of clogs, taxi signals

before we could adjust - which has

nothing to do with work. Look, I’m

on a tight schedule. Language is a

record of the liquid setting. This

can be forced. Versus this sort of

“narrative” or “facts” we want, or

we make the appropriate noises. So

it’s contract day. I love how they

just kind of drop by with the look

the eyes like coins of the vending

machine of love. You do this again

Patrick Playter Hartigan - Something for Structure Not

something for structure not

a poem field work so sounds

that coincide the attention

taken a pause a stop travel

like putting on the clothes

distinctions so tender they

jump oyster flesh to salt a

cannon spewing forth minted

dimes that surrounding talk

disc aluminum bicycle spoke

not to belabor or dismantle

for structure form inherent

a branch whose green leaves

or a suffering conglomerate

this postcard future voters

Greek adaptable handle if a

redeemable breath the focus

specific heat potential you

‘ve come through here often

Patrick Playter Hartigan - BLUE FALL RAIN

blue fall rain

stay desk rain

tops fall blue

then stay when

wind stop rain

come leap that

this hold near

lean into then

leaf stil glas

send iron send

come stay that

said iron blue