Tag Archives: Mark Young

binary

α Turned into whatever form it felt like. Air- conditioner noises in the warm night, a possum in a tree. Natural & unnatural. Man- ichean heresy. β What do we take out of it? Some compromised memories; & this small … Continue reading

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Pastoral

I walk out to find asemic snail tracks on the rubber mat at the bottom of the backdoor steps. Two yellow butterflies map the yard, one serving as a center whilst the other circles round it. Broken branches pointing in … Continue reading

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paddocks petitioned by…(an) electric fence

I have persuaded my Shetland pony to open a pop-up shop to sell its merch, swag, & albums. It’s on the same block in New York’s SoHo shopping grid as those high-end boutiques Célin & Moschino. A line has formed … Continue reading

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Tiling

A kind of census. The mind’s mosaic has been taken in for introspection. Why learn for the sake of learning? Unnecessary facts might just as well be fiction for all the use we get from them. The fragments are taken … Continue reading

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For K.

Layer by layer the light flows away from him. Salt water rinses his mouth of its own accord. He comes to a place that is full of familiar faces, has a lifetime of interaction ahead. He was last seen swimming … Continue reading

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A Question of Doorways #1

The topiary of doorways renders them ambiguous. A surfeit of entrances. Few ways out. Enter, & risk entrapment. Otherwise? Follow the line. It may end in sunlight or continue on until night captures it. There is a difference between mazes … Continue reading

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Letter to a young poet, #974.

Krill. Eat krill. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. Sunday thru Saturday. The rest of this year & on up until the end of 2019. About then you should morph into a whale, & whales who write poetry are extremely rare. You’ll become … Continue reading

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