Doug Bolling


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              spaces 5

                  stone
                  a breathing
                  formation
                  undercut
                  the chalice
                  bent

                  so many
                  the crowds
                  a thinness
                  orchestrated
                  a stone
                  unprinted

                  have heard
                  the
                  silences
                  a spectrum
                  naked
                  to
                  a
                  present

                                    for a 
                                    journey 
                                    flat
                                    unloved
                                                have touched the distances a swarming
                                                                                                   a coagulation blue or
                                                
                                      behind or after
                                     a sputter
                                     as of  your  broken. . . . . . clock
                                              the heaviness
                                                                     of navigation
                                                                                          a whisper 
                                                                                                     just there.
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               spaces 7


once before
then a drapery
folded                                                                                              murmurs
                                                                                                          a traction
                                                                                                          Alyssa
                                                                                                          landing
                                                                                                          there
                                                                                                          a sky
                                                                                                                    unreached. . . . . .  . . .
the words
in
apartness
a flight
of
          a real
                the causation
                              exposed
   where the final                                                  
                           tuning                                                              in a massive
   for geese fly                                                                   a moment         a rock
                          south                                        geometry                               hiding
                                                                                                                                 its  voice
                                                                                                                                              a jagged
                                                                                                                                                  unbalanced
         and yes                                                    in                                                                             
         the stage                                      rampant
         breeds                                the cries 
                          itself          now
                                      and       

         
                                                      the pagination
                                                                            ripped
                                                                                  before
                                                                                                      or
                                                                                                      after.

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                        spaces 8


                                           bricked
                                           bricked
                                           bricked
                                           bricked
                                           bricked
                                           bricked
                                           bricked
                                           bricked
            
                                                    (a deception beneath)
                                      
                             a blur of syntax
                             as a lifting
                             a voicing
                             of a past
                             afire
                             no matter
                             the
                             layering

                                                     the mismatching
                                                     the streets
                                                     reversing
                                                     the
                                                     descent
                                                     as though
                                                                   a reaching
                                                                                 in a maze
                           (there is no ending
                                                      it was said)

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Doug Bolling’s experimental writing has appeared in Indefinite Space, ShufPoetry, s/word, Streetcake, BlazeVOX, and previously in Otoliths among others. He is working on a collection and lives next door to Chicago.

 
 

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