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Ghosts Caught in Rafters / Infantile Wiring / Out the Room of Harvestmen

from Deadwood Transmissions (An Audiobook) by Parker Weston

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Ghosts Caught in Rafters

There, as the chain pickerel
there's that in that ago
but with/and sighs
there's 'A' and clasped
there's born unrest,
but all I would make in

Eaves brushed light, resinous memory
across gloom drops blouse, hanging him,
falsetto rafters lying again
rondeau bird, fag end dawns by the spinning awake
ideal, the good lives lasting wholly
shining there, true that childish roofing
the my that still

Room there glochidium, my chair
hopsack glows rorqual long agora
tonight, exurbia lift-offs with sickles
journeymen, much destroys tote boards
louse and unrest, above beryllium
fain hosepipe, vain ghat


Infantile Wiring

She sits beside the turn once again to generalize. She is fair, but to lie down in no genealogy is brighter than her brow likes polish. You would not dream her cheeks are gobbling by, but he lingers . . . when the forfeit we know, that he will, earth will number the measles and the laughing stretches with dear, tinted eyes and think earth never silicifies; we do not for something of sot, something as a summum bonum. Can we wonder if she has no fright wigs? No lost one weights her life, growing doubly as day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day usurps her, chuff greeting her with the joy of sparge that fades.



Out the Room of Harvestmen

Dark apples will womb thread's pulse in the hives that signal
the deniers to the trees barren in spring, kisssssss in the noise,
flask each their cloth with powder sabbath

! Bushy morning shades brisket !

Mutes roll in day blood
QUICK! before mothered children dry the dam

. Curtains over the moon light the worms
freezing and shabby, winds forewarn
a storm in the heart with golden drops
fathering vein with maggot pity

! Drowning in bone seas of brambles and snipped salt !

Double-crossed shaping molten mortality
through vines of messages that heaven drives
with weather ropes, dumb to the r oo ts
round and hanging, how my flower pulls and twists
spurning errors baring chains

! Movement aches the sleepy emperor's spine box !

Double death,
death,
the secret ruler plait treads
hunger's head paper shroud

. Gathering promise, nerves drive
quicksand heat on colored screws

. Serpent ghosts' roe love beds,
coral hair from their dead

. Once the waters in your tides, clocking the children,
tickle my lungs from muscling the plum,
scums could cattle

. Will it be the urchin of the nerves
rehearsing baby's thigh?

! The cock punishes with fists of noise !

Some let the trees' spelling cast a shadow
on morning s h making you of the raven
a p
es

. Chemic spills, spider-vowelled with frost drains
caught by her words, shut too through the towering sin

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from Deadwood Transmissions (An Audiobook), released January 6, 2019

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