Archaeology Each object that survives us That survives our consumptive affections Our blue-flame greed Balances in perfect Newtonian opposition There’s no removing the counterweights Even if you can’t see them Pressing into the green world Not weight but the shadow of weight They’re too rusted Too close These delicate weld lines These pearls in time Counting … [Read more...]
Four dream poems by Nate Maxson
Excavation Before my lips turn blue from the altitude I’ll speak a preemptive testament Ahead of schedule: The eyes of the dead in the sky How they named the constellations It’s an excavation Those you remember And those you don’t All digging into the earth together All night, a thousand feet down Nothing haunts us Like the myth of the myth What we’re … [Read more...]
Three poems by Nate Maxson
The New Year The cinema show behind us rages like a storm to static Silhouettes for the voyeurs, flashing documentation of bruises shaped like butterflies Sown to shadow and the ticking of waterwheel sized projector machines What water rattles down on empty red velvet seats and would anyone drink it if they had to? We’ll find out Open to the sky The ashes of the new … [Read more...]
3 Poems by Nate Maxson
Rocket Science We used to send monkeys Ahead of human test subjects Brief astronauts to test the water, blow on the soup before swallowing Into the substance: an evolving arrow with sudden green buds/ atremble Not from the sky, no But through it, a sub-audible whistling not for our ears Animals across the horizon, down below it’s summer with no … [Read more...]
