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Raymond Farr


Apparitional States

6.
& because
I grew up

A child
Of so many

Sudden
Human

Reversals
Of fortune

I was
Always

Recanting
My previous

Testimony
As though

Each dark
Operatic

Passage
Into the

Labyrinth
Of pastel

Dusk
Without you

Dear Poppa
Never

Happened
It was

Fat times
For the

Worms
I was

Searching
In ponds

In windows
In the

Scant
Delirium

Of all
My barren

Afternoons
For the

Small
Golden fish

Of yr
Reflection

& so
I stabbed

At yr image
There in

The water
In the

Mirror
The shadow

Of yr head
Like a

Dire
Splotch

Where
I laid it—

The silent
Head

Of Orpheus
Doused

In
Forgetfulness

& leaning
Against

The swing set
In the park!

Evenings
The TV

Hummed
These

Little
Brittle

Lullabies
To me

In the form
Of 80

Sullen
Metaphors

& I fell
Asleep

My eyes
Stitched

Shut
By

Dragonfly
Nightmares


 
 
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