across missouri's back and into france
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Across Missouri’s Back
and Into France
By Matthew Preston
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(Approach)
Road ways up north are sine waves.
Vocal patterns of ancient
mountainous beasts
Etched onto a canvas of dirt and
pavement.
Breaths are mountains.
Roads are veins of my mother.
Little fleshy blood cell I ride the
river.
God-pause breaths between on-
ramps birthing white lightning--
riding my spine down to Amentia.
Ash trees bleed dust onto my
spectacles.
I know somewhere deep within the
forestry
Beyond the machinations of men,
baby Ash trees weep softly into the
arms of Gaea.
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(Arrival)
Eighteenth century, sixties reworked
six bedroom houses
Cut into one room apartments where
culture hides in smallcrevices in the old oak
staircase.
Creaks of lacquered wood under
heavy feet are the cranky
Whines of ancient trees; cut, formed
and sanded ages past.
Three languages echo equally
between walls of Missouri
blood
And sand.
In English I discuss Sartre with a
French man.
In Spanish the French man tells his
wife how even
the languages of romance could not
adequately describe
his love for her.
In English his wife asks me if I'd likesome water?
Tea perhaps?
I answer with a nod,
no words--
a sentence written
in movement--
multicultural, universal .
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(Night Rides
through the Radio)
Million year old shoulders
coated in year old grass
are green oceans of sideways
waves where tiny pixie
like creatures without wings
ride beetle back surf boards--
at night you can see their
excitement light up like
a short circuiting planetarium,
or a thousand little pixie
stoners sparking a midnight bowl
in prayer to the moon.
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(Novelty)
I have never seen a moon so full,
so radiant. I have never seen the
clouds
gathered around it with an inner
angle
so perfectly symmetrical
to the moons center. They are not
clump
clouds, bulky and domineering.
These are dark, harvest yellow
leather,
the outer epidermis of
some enormous, reverent creature
come prove it piousness to its mother
goddess.
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(Love)
We sit in circles,
we pass stories around
in a peace pipe and offer
our smoky tales to the trees
and croaking toads. We spark
fires discussing our desires of
equanimity and
our laughter we offer up
in abundance for some
enormous, reverent beast
to drink.
Our moment is our offering.
From nine different worlds
we've accumulated
to this
These nine egos:
Six scared little girlsThree angry little boys.
Nine horny Ids.
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(Summation
of Euphoria)
Laughter is our drunkenness.
All our life: Zero sum.
So we find the positives in
every
negative,
that we might be at peace
in what is new, in what is frightening
and
dangerous to our ignorance.
Laughter is our panacea.
Our Mana in the Desert