From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
#jmartindean #warbread
The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.
I saw a man and his crumb snatcher… sprawled on the porch of their hom… it was painted a bright ocher with… small, modest, humble, clean, givi… A joy, in short.
Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:
Ancient meadow preadolescence, burgeoning and righteous never-ending dimension first sighted past your fingertips… is stolen by ambition,
A Sacred Site is the ultimate emblem, a trophy of the horizon’s finitude… No better a final gate, no more wiser a runway,
The moment you flit by my ear, my strings are severed, I droop like a marionette— I remember I know nothing.
A Sacred Site, to my mind, is the last place you’ll ever stan… Such a place reveals hypocrisy without shaming,
(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…
The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.
Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.
Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof
She lives no where, has no coordinates, she took me to the gallows, tempted me in the garden and my voice boomed.
A Sacred Site has a genealogy, a pedigree of constituents whose good wisdom and charitable insight are markers enough
Finally alone, I lie with a volum… I venture again to hear the injunc… normally I savor their sensitivity… but tonight all I can think about
If presented with the choice would the dinosaurs have allowed the asteroid or meteor to hit?