Ayn Timmerman

Lift up the cover and look
at the things scattering,
hidden, secret things;
the way insects
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I shake a fist in defiance
of anything stood for

anything false,
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Grey skies, grey water
in canals.
Bare branches turning
the barest of green
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To the reader of this poem-
a face in the mass,
with stony gaze, or hollow eyes,
or blessed with a far-away look;
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With a flick of a switch
I discovered the entire
world had jumped without me.
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Japanese beetle lace
hangs as delecately
as moth-eaten curtains
shrouding the field
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Broken soul glass
works the shards in deep
a guarded heart forgets
how to beat in the
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They're putting up a Wal-mart at the edge of town,
adding to the sprawl and softening
the town limits with a slab of asphalt-
this is no one person's fault, this is progress,
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With trains, it's never
just a one time gig. True,
we press-on memories and display forward-thinking
movements, but really, this just
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Annual perpetual teenagers.
Really it’s not so bad,

I can feel it, the loss of freedom,
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I finally found a way to
put the insomniacs to sleep-

Initiate the realization that
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Out the window the stars stay
fixed in place, headlights
passing underneath-
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I'm not sure if this is in my head, but-
today a man talked to me
in rehearsed tones;
legs as thin as the cigarette
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The television buzzes and pops
and the dishes loom in their piles
while the dog looks up from
her empty water dish,
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In Calder's city
you test yourself by
parallel parking on Lyon Hill,
which bisects the old homes
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Bone weary lie a while, still
counting sheep in the ceiling tiles,
monotonous, long-faced bleaters,
legs flailing over a cobbled fence
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Shake me-
empty gourd with
dried out seeds,
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The russack is not for sale,
holy holy holy rabbit's feet,
Feta cheese and lamb,
Gnossos is an anarchist,
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Push your hand in,
to feel the soft spot
white at the edges,
mold in the damp
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