Buck Downs

on

 

SPACE POLARIOD


an IMAGINED ANATOMY
          OF THE MIND’S EYE — 

          sometimes it’s like
writing about molecules — 

          things unavailable
                     to the helpless
                               faculty
                     of the senses — 

                               sense is
          the weakest kind
                     of evidence
                               there is —

 

 

repeat betise 

 

          off after
                     some long-
          sent item,
sent long ago —
          off I go,
          long ago 

a sweet and quaint
old way to put it 

I am not a collector
I only collect supplies

  

 

social grip and social glue

 

          the jelly
                     she rubbed
          on my lips 

                     split lips

 

 

 

particle horizon

 

                    the shortest

          distance between
          any two points
                     is a curve

by virtue of being
          the only distance



to the screens 

 

          galvanic
          skin-response 

          king of swipe
          I feels good

 

 



Buck Downs divides his time between Ellisville, Miss., and Washington, DC. His latest books are BURNTORANGE and [OKAY], both from above/ground press.