"for not so much the love of weather" by ngoc doan
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not every thing is this deep
backlash slap of
every comment
purple brutish
I’m content
sometimes
s e l e ct e d f o r t h e m a no r h o us e c h a p b o o k s e r i e s n g o c d o a n f o r n o t s o m u c h t h e l o v e o f w e a t h e r
f o r n o t s o m u c h t h e l o v e o f w e a t h e r
a n e d i t o r s ’ s e l e c t i o n
f o r t h e m a n o r h o u s e c h a p b o o k s e r i e s
f o r n o t s o m u c h t h e l o v e o f w e a t h e r
n g o c d o a n
a m a n o r h o u s e m o n o g r a p h | n y & s d 2 0 1 4
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you are country like me
when rain stitches
the sky
atmosphere’s proroguing
if soggy flowers of Autumn de-
cline Spring’s pollinating
revolvers
pink yellow
and purple pink
redder
I admit no joy
in pigmentations, sidled-
walk pavement in rain
worm-
halves
10
squirrels race fence
birdfeeder, and pollen
spores accumulate on grass
there
we are like blue columbine
bursts
as us on the lawn is
evenings
see fireflies
11
it is April, so I always get what I want
stable coaches, riding
loads
peter
gilbert fills a hole exposes
a calf
(seed-
potatoes,
perihelia posies
and cockatoo on fence
promised a man)
peaches keep crying
the crow’s waiting
to hide things that
doesn’t
what is to need secrets-
12
walk that dirt
it is dusk already
the rabbits ride
the horizon
wild they are
to knife
lay your head
duellum
a wailing-some
rent is retch
13
you’ve seen the sun towers of glimmering light
picture
your levity bareness whitens the back- ends
the other people they go by— (no scrutiny)
they are strange to you make sense your disrobing consent
you know
these blossom trees are swept
what do you remember—
it’s a day like any other do cry
14
theatre
there are fruit trees
and
marble slabs
uniform
not every thing is this deep
backlash slap of
every comment
purple brutish
I’m content
sometimes
in the morning
I peel hardboiled
eggs
in sink water steams
and berry
this frustration
I wish that I knew
figure
as if—
pushing you off the bridge
not by accident
this is us walking in the dark.
15
in the beginning it’s free
you don’t care enough
our exuberance, a dream of LA
and
flown rapier lines on upper lips
there are stars on your ceiling
or do I see stars
at the end of the night a song is still
playing
—I’ve forgotten
what I was doing
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catch
I
flushes
and
everything falls
the world’s broken
or we are not there
I am not lief,
you, holdness
wave
this way—
wake up to see the sky
bunch of balloons
fly
before telephone lines
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blued from gun
1.
Ruby
look twice at the bull’s eye
it is robbery, nameless smile
that’s not for you
say, you’re the cowgirl!
volcano rain
on your face
and I want a last ride
through the prairies with you
18
2.
ghost towns
have no ghost
oily vestige
loudmouth
anger
those confuse me
point, shoot
set down my
gun
sheriff ’s
stared!
19
3.
over
due
the undertow runs
sour rum
lie to the dogs
I ace deny you
don’t
blink!
20
fallacies
it is so good my guy
planks
and
the other side measures
inches for beat
as our fingers
pride happy tying
rue
bent and mold back
-ward
rub me wrong wayward
I tie you down
21
sienna
her lipstick
trace her
mascara trouncing cigarette ash
she is
girl
awestruck
black, cocktails
repartee
variance/
iwantyou four knots
—going vermouth
joie slip
down
size
singular
22
august rain
the longevity in summer days
the time of bearing
it’s mine,
love
that yellows
the decaying
leaves drafted on wind-
shield
by watermark
light blanches
dust in air
silence between
radio songs
23
porcelain right
my Russian princess
tells of her favorite pup
view the wind
bellying the window
curtains
bare twigs
trees
backlit sunset
orange, red
and wax
cinders
its breath of flowery
sure, forlorn
dahlias
cinnamon
sticks
the ballroom’s bareness
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because our concern of time
you turn to say
—where would you go
25
what you do to me
I cannot
sleep sideways
that my arms are numb
underneath
love
you have the whole constellation on your back
affliction of words
like fuck and more
obscene wound
forgive me
when the nights
of tremors, ache
no stars
stop you love
glimpses of faith
when the blinds do come down
love forbears
of faith all you
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forgive me
again, again
what do you do to me
but love
27
what is
twin in sky, spindle twinges
that radiate breast from breast. eerie
freezes under me
the tempest mood drops at night
below
the bed a weapon
I’m ready to beat
dead
28
perennial seesaw
my life runs lengthy
the soothsayer’s presage
but I rank
pinball tremors
and replay
consternations
that I do not know
I face you
—debalancing me
as roundabouts
coursing our childlike
speak
on fairgrounds
where we have found the sky
flint and stormed out shores
impassionedly
navigated
heart’s cyclone
whaling an eye
lost me
29
waning
The blemishes of half lies
We pulled on the blindfold
and thought to take
baby steps
Did we grow
cold and worn
Those tattered shoes shoveled
until stumbled us.
30
few
among others—
our world our place
do not enter—
the door is shut
window opened to bend
the air outside it snows
the ice follows irritant
imitative to voices
they do not penetrate
we find ourselves warm
who have known this
paradise are not
31
november poem
Winter has rudely arrived
the cider tastes sour
it does not warm me
always a draft from somewhere
the bedroom is a Russian battlefield
I have hands of a lifeless person
I cannot touch
you jumping
nights to phantasms
& daylight’s cold comfort no expansion
as we go
we march on frozen
plateaus
bundled up
double bind & cannot turn
to hold each other
lost in parkas
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waxing
The sky is sonnet white
The landscape engulfs us
in its grief
We feel ocean in tunnels
of mountain snow
The distance from where we were
to now is ever.
Manor House, LLCNew York, San Diegohttp://manorhouse.co
Copyright © 2014 by Ngoc DoanAll rights reserved
Frontispiece by Kerry Hyatt: “Moons,” watercolor on arches, 2009. Designed by James Meetze. Covers printed by Daniel Heffernan at Clove St. Press, signatures printed in the United States, and hand sewn in an edition of 250. Typeset in Mercury.
This is ________ of 250.
First Edition, 2014ISBN: 978-0-9859095-4-3
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Different versions of some of these poems have appeared in
Conjunctions Magazine.
The title, “Blued from Gun,” is an adaptation of the Jesus and
Mary Chain’s song, “Blues from a Gun.”
m a n o r h o u s e m o n o g r a p h s
1. Dark Art by James Meetze, 2013
2. In The Air by Peter Gizzi / Richard Kraft, 2013
3. For Not So Much the Love of Weather by Ngoc Doan, 2014
not every thing is this deep
backlash slap of
every comment
purple brutish
I’m content
sometimes
s e l e ct e d f o r t h e m a no r h o us e c h a p b o o k s e r i e s n g o c d o a n f o r n o t s o m u c h t h e l o v e o f w e a t h e r