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What black delirious daylight sets you forward in the boat




Robin Wyatt Dunn






Published by John Ott


San Diego, California

2017


Smashwords Edition






ISBN 978-1-940830-21-6


LOC 2017942275



I love you

like the drifts of wood

earning their ordure in the black sea.


imbue me

I am here

weathered in your lee


to hear your voice








now we are beginning












I have called you;

to learn the ages of your eyes

they are many;

too many for me;

how can anyone live with so many ages?


Like the wood would stop growing

to fold itself under the ground.


where are the pages of your step?

I've not seen them.

Infinite, but where is even one?


I could have moved it, maybe

when I was drunk

and the wind was in my eyes


magnet for my arm to your ankle






I love you for coarse

the embodiment of dumb

it's dumb, the earth

dumb, the poem

it will never speak

it has no light

nor any thought of any

it shudders in the thunder of the bomb


I bomb you

with love


from the sky

I rain bombs of love



great and terrible love

shining bombs

holy love

igniting your house

and your eyes


I am god, at least in this moment,

sent to terrify your city

with all of our love

white hot and shaking the ground

unbelievable and eternal love

shall root thee to your spot


so to mark your face with the wisdom of it


no one shall burn like me

I am only the poet





Strap me in

for twenty hours

the vibrating engines will numb me to sleep.


drifting east

to the renewal of our guns

undulous, napping


I turn away for the mirror of my dream

(somewhere in a dark apartment with a murderous man)



Civilian he no know the city

Civilian he no know the right

I got two cents and a shark says I'm the mark for the hour


Gut me with your guts

And strew me around the place

I'm a poet, I can take it

I stick readily to walls and bar stools

I am residue

I am a glommer

And I can reglom too;

When you're done;

and all thought of running is fled

I shall surround you with my lines


Don't fence me in;

I'll fence you in

for every fence knows how much he can get

for every sharpened word





Burn me when it's close to dark

and the spark of the arc of the day brims over

and sucks you up inside


I'm one inside the dark


I'm the cummerbund of love

Ridiculous,

Iniquitous,

Flat and caped and silk,

A rape of love,

A band of love,

A shield:

A sword:


a wedding without fame

or name

or place

or memory


wedding the flashing sight of forty-five

with the years of plenty in the dust




To you anonymous lover

Unknown lover

Drunken lover


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