Sunday, October 21, 2012

Two by Adam Dickinson


Hello from inside
the albatross
with a windproof lighter
and Japanese police tape.
Hello from staghorn
coral beds
waving at the beaked whale’s
all six square metres
of fertiliser bags.
Hello from can-opened
delta gators,
with twenty-five grocery sacks
and a Halloween Hulk mask.
Hello from the zipped-up
who shit bits of rope for a month.
Hello from bacteria
making their germinal way
to the poles in the pockets
of packing foam.
Hello from low-density
polyethylene dropstones
glacially tilled
by desiccated, bleach-boned camels.
Hello from six-pack rings
and chokeholds,
from breast milk
and cord blood,
from microfibres
rinsed through yoga pants
and polyester fleece,
biomagnifying predators
strafing the treatment plants.
Hello from acrylics
in G.I. Joe.
Hello from washed up
fishnet thigh highs
and frog suits
and egg cups
and sperm.



Polyethylene terephthalate

Let the python plot the thorn.
Let the hornet paper the tree.
Let pollen apron the path to the pharaoh.

Neoprene phyla are really an alloy art.
The telltale pattern,
the protean trophy pelt.

Nylon antelope threaten the Tylenol people,
open the paternal peephole to the athlete panther
and her alternate entropy.

Her teeth apply to the planetary apathy.
They are polar, they are throttle,
the error apparent

to the hyperreal


Adam Dickinson’s Kingdom, Phylum (Brick Books) was a finalist for the Trillium Book Award for Poetry. The Polymers (House of Anansi) will appear in 2013. He teaches at Brock University in St. Catharines, Ontario.

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