{"id":1543,"date":"2012-04-13T18:00:21","date_gmt":"2012-04-13T18:00:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1543"},"modified":"2012-04-14T17:17:59","modified_gmt":"2012-04-14T17:17:59","slug":"ken-poyner-0412","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/ken-poyner-0412\/","title":{"rendered":"Ken Poyner, 04\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"

AFTER THE SCREAM<\/strong><\/p>\n

Silence sits itself down.
\nIt crosses it legs and begins
\nTo take a cigarette from
\nIts shirt pocket,
\nBut this is a no-smoking restaurant.
\nThe street noise vanishes
\nAnd I think to myself
\nHow much god-awful racket
\nSimple unrelated\/random commerce
\nBrings to any thing.
\nSilence uncrosses his legs, smoothes
\nThe imaginary seam of his rum dark pants,
\nAnd the kitchen goes dumb \u2013
\nNo plates wobbling at the counter,
\nAll the forks and knives without tongues,
\nThe spoons suspended.
\nSilence brushes a shock of hair
\nFrom his forehead and the waiter
\nMoves without disturbing the air:
\nNo shoe fall, no laudatory
\nCounterbalancing of the tray.
\nHis pen no doubt could display
\nAnd retract muffled as though by oceans.
\nI am hearing my heart beat,
\nThe blood now angry in my ears
\nAnd the sound of heme and oxygen
\nSoothing the carnival brain.
\nSilence is looking at me.
\nMy heart does not thunder,
\nIt barely flutters like loose paper,
\nBut I see he is listening.
\nHe leans forward.<\/p>\n

DEVELOPING PAPER DOLLS<\/strong><\/p>\n

We are fine figurines,
\nPaper cut in one unending motion,
\nOur intricacies no more
\nThan proof of talent.
\nThe imaginary in an imagined\u00a0 world:
\nA concatenation of two dimensional carpenters, businesswomen,
\nPlumbers, mothers, accountants,
\nFairies and pole dancers,
\nAll held together by being
\nPulled of one continuous sheet.<\/p>\n

Paper cut in so much detail cannot last.
\nI can feel in my cellulose
\nWhat rending will do to us,
\nWhat we will be as mere material.
\nAnd then more paper,
\nFolded over and over,
\nFolded into armies,
\nThe independence of physical limitations,
\nThe interdependence of craft
\nAnd method, tools and tinkering,
\nFolded back in against itself:
\nEqual, harmonious, even when poorly cut.
\nDiscover this art.
\nInvite us into your world.
\nGive us names,
\nSeduce us into your first kiss,
\nThink of our sex as something you have made yourself,
\nThen think you can do it again,
\nAt will again and again,
\nThe scissors agape with wonder.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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