Mark DeCarteret
4 poems
**
here (after)
decades spent
adhering & peeling
up decals nearly
coming to blows
w/our mirrors
it’s no wonder we
belong most to night
& its anonymous bidding
the specs of its stars
(who wouldn’t want
to be pinched off the earth
eventually bones & all
& launched spaceward
well beyond any
body’s embrace?)
& though some have said
hell is just groping
for a chair in the darkness
always thinking that a light
is just seconds away
I’ll be happy to wait
out another front
w/this list of impossible
heavens we’ve managed
which I’ve never quite
lent to my lips
**
(the) march
he baby-blinked
as if mouthing the universe
a gesture he assures
us was Christ’s
just like that third day
when He rested
& they quarried His chest
of all of those casual devils
who’ll indulge me each night
just in time to be read
like a crack in eternity?
now letters have rectified little
& for that I donned jacket
put up w/those boots?
o so south toward that
settlement of etceteras
**
improv
the breathing
did next to
nothing nor
the exercise
giving up
things
changed even
less picturing
me & the shore
line w/its
drummed hymn
encouragement
I’m sorry
again could you
tell me
did I want some
new me (some
one hundred
hummed drones--
the latest rage?)
or was I
still not
enough still
always
having to
work at what I
had & then
lost but somehow
keep
gaining back?
**
lullaby
my dog circles
again & again
as if it's awaiting
some word maybe
why we are sorry
wrecks of bones
burrowing
at the back
of some throat
God knows I’ve stolen
everything:
the remedies
the sounds I make
stepping out from
the shadows--
so go ahead &
sleep little poet
I sing to myself
for once awake
you will always be
x’s success
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Mark DeCarteret’s work has appeared in the anthologies American Poetry: The Next Generation (Carnegie Mellon Press), Places of Passage: Contemporary Catholic Poetry (Story Line Press), Thus Spake the Corpse: An Exquisite Corpse Reader 1988-1998 (Black Sparrow Press) and Under the Legislature of Stars: 62 New Hampshire Poets (Oyster River Press) which he also co-edited. He was recently selected as Portsmouth New Hampshire’s seventh Poet Laureate.
**
here (after)
decades spent
adhering & peeling
up decals nearly
coming to blows
w/our mirrors
it’s no wonder we
belong most to night
& its anonymous bidding
the specs of its stars
(who wouldn’t want
to be pinched off the earth
eventually bones & all
& launched spaceward
well beyond any
body’s embrace?)
& though some have said
hell is just groping
for a chair in the darkness
always thinking that a light
is just seconds away
I’ll be happy to wait
out another front
w/this list of impossible
heavens we’ve managed
which I’ve never quite
lent to my lips
**
(the) march
he baby-blinked
as if mouthing the universe
a gesture he assures
us was Christ’s
just like that third day
when He rested
& they quarried His chest
of all of those casual devils
who’ll indulge me each night
just in time to be read
like a crack in eternity?
now letters have rectified little
& for that I donned jacket
put up w/those boots?
o so south toward that
settlement of etceteras
**
improv
the breathing
did next to
nothing nor
the exercise
giving up
things
changed even
less picturing
me & the shore
line w/its
drummed hymn
encouragement
I’m sorry
again could you
tell me
did I want some
new me (some
one hundred
hummed drones--
the latest rage?)
or was I
still not
enough still
always
having to
work at what I
had & then
lost but somehow
keep
gaining back?
**
lullaby
my dog circles
again & again
as if it's awaiting
some word maybe
why we are sorry
wrecks of bones
burrowing
at the back
of some throat
God knows I’ve stolen
everything:
the remedies
the sounds I make
stepping out from
the shadows--
so go ahead &
sleep little poet
I sing to myself
for once awake
you will always be
x’s success
**
return to sawbuck 4.1
**
Mark DeCarteret’s work has appeared in the anthologies American Poetry: The Next Generation (Carnegie Mellon Press), Places of Passage: Contemporary Catholic Poetry (Story Line Press), Thus Spake the Corpse: An Exquisite Corpse Reader 1988-1998 (Black Sparrow Press) and Under the Legislature of Stars: 62 New Hampshire Poets (Oyster River Press) which he also co-edited. He was recently selected as Portsmouth New Hampshire’s seventh Poet Laureate.
Labels: 4.1, mark decarteret, spring 2010