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7/28/2019 Discrete Events

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DSCRETE EVENTSJordan Anthony


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Movement Through3Heading Out 10:06 p.m...4Three Good Hook-Ups5My Fourth Aubade This Week6Boy Scout7Raucous, 2:13 a.m9We All Smoke Right Outside10Arson11Matins12Too Exhausted for Dawn, 5:47 a.m13A Type of Revelation14A Type of Knstlerroman16


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Movement Through

This is crepuscular life, carved out in half-steps and half-strokes, half-wondering. Calling down dawn and dusk.Liminal. Now is the moment of insects and small things,ambling through their private lives. Now is the momentof grandeur and excess; watch day undress night, nightpaint day, both a seduction. Now is the moment forrunning in and out of beds, both an ecstasy. Run

reckless with rhyme, reverent with reason. Run becauseyou cannot, not even for a moment, pretend as thoughyou have reason to pause. Dusk and dawn are behindyou. Dusk and dawn await you. But this is irrelevant.For now, simply run.


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Heading Out, 10:06 p.m.

Hey.

I think I know what I amdoing tonight:

I will lieto others, and

I will gropetoward the excitement of a crowd, and

I will kissthe pavement, as payment for a misstep, and

I have plans. Sorry.


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Three Good Hook-ups

I. GenerousI did not knowif the money on the tablewas a complimentoran insult

II. KinksHe askedwhat I wasinto, and I told him

jocks andsweat andpiss and

he wasincredibly turned onand I waslying

III. PoppersAmyl nitrate comesin small brown bottles,

and when I first sawhim pull it outI was transfixed.This was the first time

IV. May/DecemberHe was older

and I couldnot keep upwith him.


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My Fourth Aubade This Week

And I could not beg that the suncame any faster.to let himself slide into this bedto fill the spacewhere I was last night.

And let his fingers,

light as I could not pretendto be, dance across youas mine could just dreamof doing.

And I, wearing dayold clothing, will stalk

silently, secretly towardsthe salvation of your front door.


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Boy Scout

DRUNKEN BOY MERIT BADGE

Awardedfor stumblingthrough the night, andnever,not even once,

succeeding

SLUTTY BOY MERIT BADGE

Awardedfor making a stranger out of

your ownbed;strangerstill, that heremainsyour lover

SELFISH BOY MERIT BADGE

Awardedfor lickingyour wounds, and thenputting your tonguein another's mouth


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ANXIOUS BOY MERIT BADGE

Awardedfor being awardedwith achievementsself-inflicted

To mark yourselfwith badges to say

you werethe bestyouyou could have been

Amazing to seeyourself

now that you've collectedaccomplishments.

You've given yourselfquite a lot

don't you think?


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Raucous, 2:13 a.m.On the floor above me,in the apartment laying atop minethere are noises that could because for concern, but I amtoo timid to seek the reason behind thestompingdropping

clatteringragingboiling over.


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We All Smoke Right Outside

Burn cataclysmicmessages in cigarette ashleft at the threshold.Theres an art to it:flick with the wrist,lead the small comettail-cherry down to earth.

These will be the hallmarks ofnight in daylight, violentblack dreaming delusions.

Your ash will dance in its fallgiven grace in a way you never couldbe given. So take

another drag and let loose furyflurries of spent tobacco.


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Arson

This is not a baptism, nor a trial:some things must combust,

must melt;wax from prayer candleswhos wick sends up orisons of smoke

Or so you hope.

Fire and flame and spark (however)dont have moralsand burn for the hell of it.


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Matins

Martyr me, andmake miracles of pathologiesI have wrapped around myselflike a shroud.

Turn in, turn intoward a light I made myself

to be. Turn inproof that I wasmetaphor, imaginary symbolfor somethinglarger, that I could not dareto be true.

Cross oceans and forgetthat I could bebut simple, butmortal, too unlikethe Sun: holy, ghostingover the earth.

This I pray


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Too Exhausted for Dawn, 5:47 a.m.

Youll come to respectthe color gray, and howit refuses to give solacelike black or white are wont to do.

There is a lackof clarity you should revel in,

there is a possibilityin such a tone,there is a solidityyoull come to appreciate,when there is nothing but neutral tones.


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A Type of Revelation

I.I know electricity skips,childlike and innocent, through meborn in gray thunderclouds of my brain, andmatures in the spine, given stability, anddies at my fingers, as I willmyself to action.

How wild to move by this primal force.

II.There is an everyday ecstasyannounced by alarmclocks ringing, lasting briefly

before the snooze button is beat.

The moment of wakinggroggy, irate, caffeine-craving,is a moment of ascension.

Before they day takes hold,there is awareness, there is the mundane bliss of living.

III.Bliss-blitzed, I call down rapture.Sound seven trumpets and heraldmy end of days, my judgmentis at hand

I am lightningI am euphoric, I ambliss-blitzed.


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I refuse to yield to this revelatorybliss-blitz(krieg)

I straddle, contain my bliss and blitz.


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A Type of Knstlerroman

I am a shamanof bedsheets and spiritsI have ghostsat my beck and callwailingwhispers into my ears,glancing

too much like the sun in my eyes,and I am reactionreckless, bounding betwixtsolid ground and ther.


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