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Bourbon Steelhead

tempered steelheads migrating through the
 shallows, their metallic scales lubricated 
with penzoil two stroke motor oil.

 moving over sand and rocks
 some gray, some brown, 
 some smooth,  some jagged and torn.

  with alloys glistening in the summer heat
they brush up against the rivers stones to break
 off the fishermens disappointment.

 all those scarred gums whose fishhooked
 lines caused thier lead bellies to rust.

 in the muddy waters they stir, 
drink to much whiskey and sink to the 
river bars sandy bottom.

 their rigid frames drifting through the sediment, 
with heads lowered swaying 
 slowly like submariner zeppelins, trying to
navigate against the turbulent waters.

  now these mechanical nomadic sailors keep for
 themselves a tin compass in the sky filled with
 memories of home. 

 but still they are mellow preachers
 rolling and tumbling in their hardened 
 elements trying to find their way.

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Saskatchewan Artist

north by northen

they live in villages of 8 to 10 people, 
 dont pay rent and make art out of multi 
colored buttons and old bent tire rims.

 they have warm smiles and icicle 
 beards that hang down in a
 furrowed eccentric mess. 

they are eskimos that write with 
red ball point pens and speak french 
fluently. except when they slip on the
 ice they may curse and cry. 

thier tears freeze into crystal cathedrals 
with paintings of redemption 
hanging along its walls.

they redeem us all.

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Hero

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Pacman

fat muncher sittin on the couch,
cheetos bag in hand.

 an abstract maze of orange
 cheesy dots all around him.

  still he runs from the ghost
 in the punchcard maze.

 the nine to five arcadian
 horror is what he fears most.

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Freeze Dryed

it is the atomic weight that matters most.

   violent barbiturate toungues empty coffee cups 
   and deliver the insight.

  before there was religion there
 was foldgers dry roast.

  before the lunar landing there
  was instant oatmeal.

   still my toungue is heavy with saliva.
   
   i shall not lie.



   it is the description that matters least.

  the patient deconstruction of all 
  unsound perspectives.

   bright and ultra bright scientific 
   notations fell from heaven like lightening.

  the witnesses annotated cauterized edges
  and spoke in the most literal sense.

  before there was a mother there 
  was a mosaic womb.

  before there was a helix faith 
  there was a clay parable.

  still the pencil aches in the 
  palm of my hand.

  i shall not murder.



   it is the pattern that matters most.

   catching low tide shells in between shallow moons.

   fringed hands count down the gene pool legend,
   seperated only by accented lips.

   before there was a cleric in a robe
   there was a tilt in the axis.

   before there was a fat bellied fertility goddess
   there was a splinter in a finger.

   still my stomach is full of acrid 
  compound naratives.

   i shall not want.

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Alarm Clock

Broken clocks with wooden blocks
And the power is out again.

Cold burning hands lifted up with a little
sacrificial parenthetical nonsense

"Yuletide noreaster winding down"
Of course it will be cold - it always is. 

And there will be red numerals flashing 
in the morning. 

Isaac is having his nightmares again,
Feeling like a tied down goatskin.

maybe it is just that Old Testament slang. 


Some say single syllable saliva.
Some say killing time on Mount Moriah.

Now a fifth of gin in the pillowtop linen,
May be worse a sin than to kill kin.

And the blankets are tangled thickets,
The alarm clock is tuned to AM radio.

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James Hetfield Buying Soymilk

you may think that soy is not made of metal
    but i saw james hetfield filling his kettle.
   
   full of that sh$% in the vegan isle.
   so i just starred at him for awhile.

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First Light

black and white picture of an
austrian girl with a torn coat

watching angels drown sinners
to see if they float.

 arms of clouds folded in a
 white alabaster.

blackened charcoal burns into the sky 
faster and faster.

yet still the museum curator seekes to find.

 recessed lighting on the wall behind.

but all he found was white and black.

to hang a picture of a girl on a tack.

while outside lamps look down
 with dizzy heads.

words over cobble stones that have 
been said.


contrasted by copper wheels 
that charge at night.

 nocturnal powerlines reserve
 the light.

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Lego Cities

Lego Cities
  
Square blocked infrastructures formed from a meddling mind
engineered and fused together with sticky grape popsicle fingers
the Lego Babylon rises with its hanging gardens 
strewn along the carpet floor.

A Mesopotamian oasis of multi-colored plastic struts 
carelessly scattered for archeologists to decipher. 
All those strange cuneiform residues of fingerprints
left by the sugar filled deity who set them in place.

Catalyst of that industrial architect
whose cubicle fortress of a daydreaming metropolis
sits in the corner of the living room
awaiting its devastation from future gods
armed with vacuums and nap times.   

nathan martin  2009

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Vegan Taxidermy

a hardly morbid paper mache crane full 
of jolly rancher candies.

 blindfolded children wildly
 swinging bats on the backporch.

the wise sit back and drink
 diet shasta grapefruit soda.

few understood the sky to be sheathed
 in paper constantly burning.

 such an exquisite sacrifice...

inside in the livingroom an old victorian
 couch smells of mouthballs and 
aged sunshine.

inanimately standing there in its
 four legged stance.

objects like this caused many to sin in
 the wildernesses of sinai.

some gathered perspective
 others did not. 

  burst goes the belly of a 
brightly colored papyrus crane.

 busy goes the little fingers picking 
up the candies tumbling out.