“and even you forgot those brilliant flashes seen from afar” -Ruth Stone

THE DISTANCE


between us
love and violence
and misunderstanding
are the measurements
and occasional lack
of—
yet here we are
in these impossible bodies
wanting
whether we want it or not
to be held
and held and
cannot
be—
if we
were a song
we would sound like this
break  break  break  break  break  break  break  break  break  break 

 

 

LOVE & WORK 
—a song for all the tired people


Love and work is all we do

Work and love is all we do

There are so many kinds of love, hallelujah 
There are so many kinds of work, hallelujah

Love and work is all we do
Work and love is all we do

There are so many kinds of love, goddamn
There are so many kinds of work, goddamn

Love is work
Work is love, sometimes

Even now
Love and work is all

 

 

POEM LIKE NOBODY’S WATCHING


light is the OG poet

lying and telling the truth
at the same time
like that
hope the future
is pleased
with these bleak leaked dreams
or so-called songs
to ease its erasure
ash-angels and all
love too cools
like an apple pie
on a windowsill
eat slow
sip your coffee or tea
let the concepts
that threaten your soul
wither and fall
away
okay
oblivion pie
is delicious
here
have a slice

 

 

BREAK IN CASE OF EMERGENCY POEM
(a remix of Ancient Capitalist Proverbs)


time to burn the banks

our life is a life
of forms & acquiesce
break muse
to dream         
a droned-drenched world
where even the stars
are laid
off and hammered
a severance of sitting
in little lawn chairs
watching our dumb-show
fail & flail & fall
labor & loneliness & love
so insist on bliss 
cultivate your rage 
build a boat to carry your victims 
in the wake of a kiss 
feathers blood & glitter 
disown your phone
disarm the state
write poems for your self 
obliterate the cake
travel light
keep some songs
for your soul
and the after-after life
because the stars
have no idea
what they’re missing
and writing is not resistance
it’s just writing
taxies are green
and birds sing
car alarms & ambulances
in the last century
let the record show
these small animals
who forage and hopelessly
have hope
surveilled
doubled-over
who sang and wrote and wailed
let the record show
in a strange time
we loved

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Sampson Starkweather is the author of the do-si-do double chapbook for the end of the world, A Week in Late Capitalism / Ancient Capitalistic Proverbs from b l u s h.

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