Transportation\u2019s tough,
\nif you want to be transported:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the blockbuster museum\u2019s hush
\nis uniform, like sand. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Adjust the audio tour,
\nand behind the curtain<\/p>\n\n\n\n
of information hiss
\nstreams of static\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n
what\u2019s art but marked
\nexits, the urge to piss, flush<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and run? Up wheels the guard
\non his silent scooter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He\u2019s cranky: all day paintings in modern and archaic beyond Bernisse, two thieves pours through barn-slats. Gaugin\u2019s La Fianc\u00e9e<\/em> warms is moving unpredictably, You visit Ireland so late into a portable amp You retreat<\/p>\n\n\n\n into Teague\u2019s Discount Shoes, The shoe clerk shakes her head. The cat slumps dead his weight exact at last. to pad from year to year, reversible equations posed by humans, is simultaneously to burn or bury fully, or like memory, chill slowly, settling of El Greco\u2019s Pieta<\/em>. the apocryphal Bible, of a cat that out-leapt does the spirit begin The cat replies both <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n in a dialect that\u2019s 90% water,<\/p>\n\n\n\n because, as searchers after a corpse sinks \u201cAye and yes, Starbuck, out of those forty years I have not spent three ashore.\u201d When the first Starbucks ever I went there on a semi-date but who really died of dyslexia: as fluently as he dreamed, and lived to see Starbucks which makes me want to bring coffee except it\u2019s expensive and hard just veni, vidi, vici, could go all Virgil\u2019s Aeneid, even in Wisconsin, but you have to be a reader. locked mermaid over the door. <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Heist Transportation\u2019s tough, if you want to be transported: the blockbuster museum\u2019s hush is uniform, like sand. Adjust the audio tour, and behind the curtain of information hiss streams of static\u2014 what\u2019s art but marked exits, the urge to piss, flush and run? Up wheels the guard on his silent scooter. He\u2019s cranky: all […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":5001,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4994","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4994","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4994"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4994\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5248,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4994\/revisions\/5248"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5001"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4994"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4994"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue26\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4994"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nmurmur Take me please <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ntongues. Meanwhile out<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nremove their gloves as light <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nUnder layers of linseed oil <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nwith pleasure: finally her body<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nlike everything worth redeeming. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\nThe Amp<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\nin life you\u2019ve seen the sights
\nbefore you see them:
\nBlarney Stone, check.
\n<\/em>Bog mummies, check.
\n<\/em>Kilkenny. The Cliffs of Moher.
\nThen on the Sligo High Street
\na man in scuffed boots
\nplugs a mic<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nand starts to sing, horribly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nbut \u201cBenny and the Jets\u201d follows you,
\nhorribly, horribly,
\nthrough the open door,
\ndown aisles of brogues and heels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nGod bless his voice, <\/em>she says,
\nand you feel a jolt,
\nlike a plane landing
\nin a country where you are still alone
\nbut less divorced
\nfrom the buried stones, the ruins
\nof the old monastic city.<\/p>\n\n\n\nApocrypha<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\nin the vet\u2019s arms, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nCats are engineered<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ntheir skeletons light<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\naloof from paradoxes<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nand yet this cat <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ntoo fixed and too free<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nlike the Holy Trinity,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nand so his cells <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ninto the planar ambiguity <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nEven St. Paul sanctioned<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nthe one with the parable<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nJordan\u2019s depths. In death, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nto move, or does it rest?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nand divers know, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nit reverses course and floats.<\/p>\n\n\n\nReading Trouble<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
\n \u2014Herman Melville, Moby-Dick<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nopened in downtown Seattle<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nwith a kid who later OD\u2019d,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nif he\u2019d learned to read<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nhe could\u2019ve finished high school, <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ngo viral from Seattle to Milwaukee,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nto that dead kid, David Lee,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nto order: no medium, no large,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nas if the most blah transaction<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\ncould go all Ovid\u2019s Metamorphoses,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nand it can,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nUnfair, unfair,<\/em> sings the land-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\nBut she too comes from a book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n