Karen Weiser, p.8
QUIVERING IN THE COMMON WORLD
like the world’s largest record player
skipping at the center of the earth
the street’s tilted axis underneath
loops chorded grace into each gauzy
room, space tinted large and currant-like
quivering in the common alpine ling
veiled with the smell of alpine ling
underneath the street
dark river of nonstick surfaces
palms press its banked science
pieced together over smoke
which is both inanimate and alive in its
dissipation, an echo of sleep’s mesmeric page
resounds from that first glimpse
like the world’s largest record player
skipping at the center of the earth
the street’s tilted axis underneath
loops chorded grace into each gauzy
room, space tinted large and currant-like
quivering in the common alpine ling
veiled with the smell of alpine ling
underneath the street
dark river of nonstick surfaces
palms press its banked science
pieced together over smoke
which is both inanimate and alive in its
dissipation, an echo of sleep’s mesmeric page
resounds from that first glimpse