The Dance of the Remarkable Ham Sandwiches

 

When high, flimsy cirrus
Throw fits of Salvador Dali onto the floor

We harness the shimmer.
We melt all our clocks.

& dancing the dance
Of the remarkable ham sandwiches

A man without shadows omits his own essence.
He still loves the Pyrenees.

He is burning last winter out of its bones.
Under the fire he cooks.

It is now the 2nd Century ab ovo.
His wrenches are golden as dreams on his pillow.

In the last flicker of dusk
He witnesses a rock slide

Speaking about since
Not merely the masculine.

 

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Raymond Farr is author of numerous books in print, including Ecstatic/.of facts (Otoliths 2011) as well as Starched, Rien Ici, & Writing What For? across the Mourning Sky. His latest book Poetry in the Age of Zero Grav is due out in 2014. He is editor of the experimental poetry zine Blue & Yellow Dog (http://blueyellowdog.weebly.com).

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