{"id":3113,"date":"2017-07-24T23:35:36","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T23:35:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=3113"},"modified":"2017-07-24T23:35:36","modified_gmt":"2017-07-24T23:35:36","slug":"alan-britt-summer-2017","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/alan-britt-summer-2017\/","title":{"rendered":"Alan Britt, Summer 2017"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>POST WHATEVER<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>(After the Tom Larson Blues Band)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Flesh is verb.<\/p>\n<p>Slide guitar, adjective.<\/p>\n<p>Preposition, heartbeat.<\/p>\n<p>Nouns exude soot from Philly<br \/>\nincinerators, adorning<br \/>\nbronze AM rush-hour.<\/p>\n<p>New Jersey Turnpike . . .<br \/>\nanaconda daydream . . . .<\/p>\n<p>Feral nerves like rest stops<br \/>\nagreeing to agree &amp; disagree<br \/>\nbut less like G\u00e9rard de Nerval\u2019s<br \/>\napron strings lassoed around<br \/>\na sewer grate awaiting someone,<br \/>\nanyone, to intervene.<\/p>\n<p>But flesh is verb, &amp; slide guitars,<br \/>\nwell, they do what slide guitars<br \/>\ndo, which is vibrate the earth<br \/>\nlike a heartbeat in estrous.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>LITTLE FAITH<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Acrid tears carve rivulets<br \/>\ninto our last encounter with the thing<br \/>\nthat haunts us.<\/p>\n<p>We steer crossovers over access roads<br \/>\n&amp; quicksilver arteries<br \/>\nstraight into a catatonic bliss.<\/p>\n<p>Love buried beneath the reeds<br \/>\nremains beneath the reeds,<br \/>\nreeds snorting Everglades\u2019 heartaches<br \/>\none amphibious bubble at a time<br \/>\nbelow a pool of barometric oil.<\/p>\n<p>Striped cherubs bob the surface.<\/p>\n<p>Dragonfly navigates the mangroves<br \/>\n&amp; alights two centimeters from a wild orchid<br \/>\nout for a stroll\u2014three-day stroll,<br \/>\nit turns out\u2014as four days never arrives<br \/>\nfor this blissful orchid.<\/p>\n<p>Orchid lips compressing oxygen<br \/>\ninto chalky asbestos shingles.<\/p>\n<p>Orchid lips kissing the waist of the earth<br \/>\nlike it was a rainforest.<\/p>\n<p>Orchid lips agreeing to a prenuptial amounting<br \/>\nto a silkworm forced to flash I.D.<br \/>\nbefore languishing inside its cocoon.<\/p>\n<p>Orchid lips of foam scudding blue beach sand.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s all\u2014a little faith\u2014a little faith<br \/>\ngoes a long way.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In August 2015 Alan Britt was invited by the Ecuadorian House of Culture Benjam\u00edn Carri\u00f3n in Quito, Ecuador as part of the first cultural exchange of poets between Ecuador and the United States. In 2013 he served as judge for the The Bitter Oleander Press Library of Poetry Book Award. His interview at The Library of Congress for <em>The Poet and the Poem<\/em> aired on Pacifica Radio, January 2013. He has published 15 books of poetry, his latest being <em>Violin Smoke<\/em> (Translated into Hungarian by Paul Sohar and published in Romania: 2015). He teaches English\/Creative Writing at Towson University.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>POST WHATEVER (After the Tom Larson Blues Band) &nbsp; Flesh is verb. Slide guitar, adjective. Preposition, heartbeat. Nouns exude soot from Philly incinerators, adorning bronze AM rush-hour. New Jersey Turnpike . . . anaconda daydream . . . . 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