Dan Raphael

i Was in, Then Escaped


something silky descends as if the ceiling melts

as if white-out or custom-fit cotton

yearning to return to southern sun


that bright

as sleep

in these clothes so thick around a radio

sings without breathing

like a drumstick attached to my chest on a pedal spring

frozen in a dollop of lime flavored amber


im as decisive as car doors

choosing who will ride, where they'll leave

as if a door between each of my ribs

set to burst with oversized carry-ons


not woven but generated

cause we couldnt stand a naked world.

like being on the moon-its vastness causing everything in me

to cluster so tightly i implode, making one more micro crater

as each blemish on a face is an incomplete vision

a story i start before i realize i don't know the sudden cliff below


for we do not heal as quickly as ponds where entire speeches

are less than a minute of rippling consequence

like the cargo plane that fell into the monongahela & was never found

so much mud accumulated in places i didn't know i could contain


i tell the mirror what to show me


the window pulses with the moment like a thin skinned neck-

glass wouldn't stretch that way

like a large bowl of water rising without bubbles,

rising like a space ship reflecting the land below it

is a body nestled in natural sheets flowing among the hummocks

walking while bent sideways to read the reflections

like winding a watch until it opens with intricate music

pulled randomly from a round metal jaw trying to bite through its own momentum-


not a lawn mower but a form of distribution, of homogenization

giving everyone enough information to decide they need a wider choice---

grass on the sides of trees, grass engulfing trees.

hitchhiking between bird toes as they fly through the low transparent sheet

that tells me im here, im okay, i need to get going

before the sky engulfs my feet



How Many


how many days to finish this breath

combing over the bald spots of oxygen

shaved clean when the snow melts rock

paper grows over faces of moss and appetite


im not falling im already asleep--

breakfast swallowed the table, a dozen yaks gnawing beneath the sink

view plumbing as a river, the canyons cracking our streets

then fusing the woods with five simple dance steps we count on the hands

sprouting from each split rib

as if moisture was a language and not the grammar within


wherever i cut myself rain begins to well


the shadow of someone crossing the street six stories above me

the structure seems random, drawing bits from micro-turbulence,

young windows unable to reveal what filled them to forget


a coin with a desert on one side, mountains on the other,

several faces appearing through the metal

to enprism my eyes where the metal would not go, til i hear

the stories copper stole from electricity we stole from time's river

floating like the music in a bird not yet born


i cant drive without the radio tuned to daytime stars

across a state of suspended fashion im camouflaged so i seem larger

than what i drive-- a pterodactyl pregnant with clear oil, oil the earth never touched,

the oil of accumulated souls waiting for the earth to grow over again

scooped from miles below and thrown on top as a garnish of green matter

so flying space worms will crash through

more compost than we can accumulate

   

i swallow eggs whole; i eat oranges without piercing the skin

gravity focussed in the donuts missing center is a lens

to shape my face around, a splendid head you can never see all the sides of

no matter how origamic the mirror

holds water then flies away on a river of light

anticipates a thickening  future of meat     music     & infatuation:

smoothing the veinless leg, the undigested & uncatalogued

with a hand that has another thousand miles to migrate before it touches down

like a city replaced with a circus tent we all thought someone else was raising the poles for:

trees refused to surrender soon enough birds have landed to smother us

with our scientific sky, our multi-user managed-density sky.

parts fall off and grow into hunger fractions waiting for commands in their own language

locked inside the library we forgot to find keys for



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