perfect from far away

There’s an AM/FM portable cassette deck with built-in speakers
Device, it is sitting on a glass shelf, actually Lucite, with its tiny
Small glow of green tuning-dial lights, not gone, no longer caucused 
But not excluded from the afterparty either. We followed your car.
By the time the water flickering had been thoroughly discussed,
You were swimming, skinny-dipping. The lost
Cat was yowling, the Loch Ness monster was slowly
Being disproved, but now also, the flow was being
Reversed, your smoothness of skin was strangely 
Reversing in a deeply burning edge of 
Boring Santana songs working part-time dishwashing,
Loose swarms of instances roughly united, day to day, 
By empathetic action committees, searching all the night,
With some of their most powerful searchlight
And flashlight beams
Trained out over the, the point of view 
Now backing up 
To show it, how you have these little spindly flashlight beams,
Projected out over this truly awe-inspiring void of darkness;
It was like the feeling of reading an infinite sentence
And realizing that it would never approximate a meaning
But just keep falling, 

--jacques andervillers




just keep falling 
into the next bite of microwave popcorn
chased with real lemonade, two fingers
tequila,dam thats smooth,  
a  bright eyed serenade, from the corners
of hillsboro counties. 



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strange how you and i spent the same time
in the same county, different states. i tell you
how happiness gives me writer's block
 you reply damn i wanted to love a poet.

so all my best poems aren't written down
because joy is too light

it just floats away 
while sadness has gravity, pain sticks.
i like that i can not write
about us. 

very much. heh.










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on the other side of the door
the little girl waits for gramma 
to take her to see the fish
and play in the sandbox. 

today her great grandpa is coming
to watch her get lost in the shovel's dip and dribble
and gramma will have to try to have a father daughter moment
that is not fraught. remember what the boyfriend said
~if you arent going to do something about it
stop bitching. 

she supposes he's right. negative energy
comes home to roost. only a few more weeks
till the ship docks in refund bay. 
she can make it till then.








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on the other side of the door
the denizens of the city without  daylight
prepare to emerge 
so they can eat 
like their ancestors did. there are things
i could accomplish or ways to be
that produce less potential 
guilt, but like these citizens i chose to use
artificial means of survival. 






















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things are moving. waves of strings 
rustle in the high winds created by the spinning
globe, photons hitting the ground, the weed
wacker's whine.  sand falling into a bucket full
of holes. i wonder about the flute , cigars, trains
and the effects of blizzard conditions on the ice caps.
your eyes a pale patch, your eyes a deep 
mountain lake under sun, your eyes the ocean seen from space. 



























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there's really no point.
that concept is a misnomer for wishful thinking.
just to be. just to say bee like flying
witness. buttresses to hold up these huge walls
we build so they will fall
like anemones over the reef
as the light begins
  a three year old in a cardboard castle