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About J⊙seph Amm⊙ns

Navelgazer. Monadologist. Idolater.

Steady Creeks

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I could get used to anything, and

If weeks of tedium lie in store,

I don’t mind: as long as there’s a

Schedule; and inevitably I could dodge

Surprise, arrhythmia no longer psychologically

Jostling. I’m optimistic this disappointment

Will fade just as soon as I get situated –

Gimme a second and I’ll sit down with

You to enjoy them: all the sighs we

Settled for. And the broken doors stuck

Shut with disuse. At least they’re pretty

Doors with smart brass numbers. At

Least this new neighborhood’s

Predictable as a pop song. At least

There are some activities in store

If you go check the whiteboard

 

Amnoikos

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Standing –
Actually
Looking around – inside
Of some withering memory
Can prove
Scary:
Parts and wholes all mixed and mangled,
Branches where limbs once swung,
Boiling solids,
Tattered
Liquids
(Were furniture)
Dim in the living room;
Red as blood because it is blood
((Not real
Brain blood))
Close friends and strange people twining,
Combining, but all wrong.
And finally
It’s gone

you kind of have to jiggle the handle on the gate to the real world

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the treachery of an edge

that had never opened

skin before it did

feels like being cardboard

boxes being broken down

behind the steakhouse in

the rain and feels like being

someone’s last cigarette ever

(before all the saudade)

there’s a pitiful epiphany

that feels like the treachery

of her promise’s fine print

or like watching a family pray

together (and the dad’s peeking)

their table almost levitating

out of the restaurant and

out into the real world

where we’re all waiting

for our skin to push the splinter out

Abstract Places

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“The mind is not a sandbox:
Its contents bear consequence
In the material world

(Time must be measured
in the mind for
dunes change
underneath
a brilliant map of suns)

“The life is the creation
Of the contents of one mind –
Thoughts are things in the real world

(Deep in the orange
distance: a string
of tiny camels
inching across
the grand dunes)

“One does not build sand castles
In the mind then not build them
Again on the ancient beach

(At the edge
of this alamogordo
your chain-link
fence made out
of mithril)