-  issue APG  -     

Mark Prejsnar

       - 5 poems -

 

steald of dreams

the hand
in a foreign land
& grasping a gun
as, doomed
in black and white
is black and white
at black sand wright

if you're one person if you're even seven or fewer
people the ironed iconic at that one steel mesh
surface covered with dust
cause i'm inside a ferrite trap
dogged by being you or being me which
the people on the tv, are us behind the
cracked sky quasi blue these
pebbles don't really help me talk
generating Xs for my generator gap
now a world with some shrinking was what i
found commuting into work with
green growing uncertainties
every second of you an open question
every nocturne an eye with all that stuff it's watching
every realization has tannic acid quiet & tight
traditionalists insist that one should distinguish between
kowtowing and slitting yr own throat
own being meant here in the
indefinite sense, as in: the prisoner still owns
this house while i buy small plastic
objects for the kitchen you're keeping appointments
& things always ignite around the inelastic
it's as if the poet laureate might cd actually write tho this
isn't known from anytime during the historical period
the car without a muffler
lives next door & has a few
things more to sing,
than Milton, canned
the place where they ship out the self-disgust is right
next to the scented machine
you need to remember to click on that icon
that lets you turn off (the breathing
Yoruba gods go stalking every other nite the ones
we recall unspeaking
even the alley yawning where
i hold yr cumbersome head ticks
off how many halting references she tossed
behind us and: it sees inside us,
i mean them ,,, conclusion:
definitely endoeuropean but without
the flights of a barricade fancy
...... in a ball park i can see
my fragmented yr faces like Pessoa
editing this week's issue of People
right now, pure
non-approach abandoned like a flood of molasses
engulfing whitewashed Fenway
feckless oar unseated smashed lenses
dendritic branchings leading
to seeing, which is a not-site as
halting bash velvet blackmail

it's not there
all my different your voices

 

 

one size fits an injury to one


you're supposed to have the fine-timed half-tone falling lower
a bird sings a maxim bundled up in the bottomland
almost all that way they grin with a cloud/sun
sliver linings are flapped in the return finding how
in the middle of all emo slung to ballad-shape
thunderstorms are acute & sharpened as a dull rash knife
if the simile smiles a macro-nite shuffles
if there's cultural capital there's investment in stupidity like
the time ice ran down from Canada or self-observation
hinted that the vote was bookish sweepings from the well-known:
the well, no, in slight uniform disparities with links to
a mordant laureate one more vamp to slunk in flown in from
where memory's an unquiet place of deposit or a
lunatic moon module, fleet of flood and inundated
in a wastage camp simmer alignment

the smiler on TV is missionary infallible the way things don't
work leads to variety in the mud instant skull contamination
in the middle of celebrities are experts on celebrity
in the middle of the experts are the money men who broadcast the experts
in the middle of the moneymen are the drones who
don't know the script (because they're in the script)
how did you get past the filter? by not being there
the Book of the Live is locked and needs a key
that barely exists like a menial identifier, sprightly w muddle
this hypothesis is the same as a commercial with a flabbergast shift
my memory's an oration in the middle of hurricane week
the fever suggests illogicality for a drunken rebuilding
where data stream over flickering eyes
they've set the modules up so that a laugh is indicative of surly
inside the game she shuffles the burning playing cards
again a job you got just in time entangled in
botched fantasy shown on the radar map
notified or dragged down abandoned
on the TV scree

 

 

ode to serendipitous sociocognitive microenvironments

kept hidden in the green box is the gray glitter
deemed suspect in the one sense as a
slower tones to the snap twig
flat eye & excess macho dream
crash slapped n a toy train set
magnetic here toning down
yer bellyachin cabaret i said
meanwhile they focus
on the poignant unruly jumper
derision's that one cool con fame us
for no looking like a mêlée flaming gut tabloid chorus
line up the windfall of fell flat words
i've got the vulgate bobbin
sews you in (so, in) keeps robbin along
one hollow doesn't snap a string
i'll be playing with new homily arpeggios
they say then there was the time
he was looking over the crash
on the clover-leaf

we've come to
understand wild cry
in the stitched
money jungle
a jangle for a.m.
crossed between
liking the format &
lank fail to watch
crown
as to local
coroner aptitude
empire is
murky android trounce perimeter
locks
& baygalls
have a swimming
pollyana
happy map of misery
a cloned
time distance
how do you say?
work-a-day
swayable

kept hidden in the green box is the gray glitter
full blown a near here a shrug w. ears
hearing cheapjack harmonize
waiter, bring me another dead muskrat
wd be yr slink line
bet against their blank walleyes
twisting fever surplussage flags painted bloodish
on cars crashed quadratic
each time opening up words is
tyrannosaurus schmuck stumbling around flipping for
one more handhold how long's breathing
dropped like a glance? you can't pick up
slapper asking moment cuz
in high digital spiritoid turbid
how many times square as blast
large ad giants watch him from screen glint
a rift is margin for silver tongued
twisting fever a surplus sage
not a lota lump sum cutoff points
there in yr flake bald rip song
when i think
that the door's automatic
a quick unflappable
offhand wing
a flow thru ingot
like living in a blueprint
the miles are here
for embedded smilers
who lack like boss rags
in a solder bleat hotel

this is the dialog part that asks you: slipshod & hurtin
or bewilderwitnessed?

i've got a disappear anvil

do you got a calendar shows the disap year?

only happens only maybe

got bilk? or quiet w. an echelon?

guess yer still here hook n eye in the vernal swank they let you
have the grey glitter's what we throw
over venom enjoin whitewash daybook
am i recruited? i guess you cd say i unjoin
to one stuttered:
gumshoe
or startstumbling block

 

 

fretting, unshadowed

heroic ode for single voice
for the new'd empire

at that whoops time to take a bit of
a commercial break here kiddies as if
the garland at the electron curtain type thing
i know how many of you but
slinking in the middle of
no not that way it sleeps evasive like leftovers
with freaked consciousness
i'm or so you they say as unpolluted as
a contrapuntal wage division backup disk
ire is in the land minuscule outage till they
find um words have slipped broke on this cement
voicings are unsigned like lumpy shamings
some of the things i'd say now are "how i speak"
are actually interpolated by slumped owning the back
bit where the plastic soldiers
melt and drip down to the lab bench
like the spiderwebs
underprivileged overlapping a time with
how do you say?
"the reticent' i have that knife that
piecemeal pacification down in um elevator shaft
someone just dropped a bottle
a battle scatterbrained thump like an outgoing
stress-free jokesmith or confused chicanery
that don't care where words come
from long as you choke?
nipped in the bud, Billy! an enmity in rime
saves crime or so they
here give him the tip arrested on a
Ritz writ long-winded & held together by the
rubber bland after the funeral we went thru the
corridors past the closed old doors to locked rooms we
had some flowers
what they unnoticeable
ire is in the land all of it cd be
held in a list but instead floating

quick time fable slinking
shopworn or towering i can see that
prized for our rare plumage
the Romans held until
then it was standpoint
caved

 

 

night's oil

exploration for one voice
in a time of (class) war

if what you do is stand there, a spieling head or
torso the amount of the dream measured in
camera seconds third way from leave the
site and rgrgrrgmmm away in the SUV the sofa
wheels around w bland as against this is
you had the way to show how wind's
buffeting the almost courthouse or the
injudicious hoosegow as a mind
sitting there on the borderline making up
melos of by the way, don't have
typos that are too complicated the brain can't
read em a single bad locus in place
of the sun a way of beginning what they
whisper nation balk the rule
take a base kill a few thousand in a non
combat the bird slick as without this agree
a finder might still be the kept
it almost clouds to block
a bit of slighting i can say that if you found your
point of access bars over windows
but now i slept flail a klepto w a glider
you can go that hour or many the piano
creates the space and the narrative is
cloned system ask in raintribe
stand there let's believe in
the trial a seeker's teamed as double or
leaving to go right here
a mile to the prison

feelin groovy a mere time is in the eye
situated if you look for type that one cast
extension 8th or 9th dimensioning
always picking up
the pace & pieces as in a decofile
w writ of passage a fine as to being or
now there's a war each afternoon
you agree nothing gets more apparent
than brandy of the choosing
that goes till almost threadbare
a skid row speaking act you can
disclose how many meanings jolt the day
smack the one hour quick slanting
into phalanx w memories
always you have to say
lashes are fully synthesized i can
feel skinny bits of how to look
forward and around you it sez
later yr being's available for
syndication where spending becomes
run-of-the-mill incandescence
then a fink waves who am i tho
it ain't easy

to run (or to rune) a crusade manage
operation of stag theater convention
remit in leafin thru
moment after secondarily
the word comes from "cross" if
life gives ya lemons
or if life crosses you
lean into some wind
the real actual
people tend to be there
in the background building castles
& such the Nile floods
always were a problem
aggressive & militant to slumberous
that's always the way watch how
the fingering's
especially perky where
flairs signal one more ambush
increasing complexity strangles
everyone fortunately
the suited MBA
leaves his broadsword
inside the abandoned verbs
or in other words if you
breathe you can manufacture
money grinding up
those army paychecks oh so
slippery w an oil blood circumstance
to middle-manage
leaving the grass

wire sandwich