Dodge Times On The Microbial Mat by James Koehnline
November, 2008 by James Koehnline (Poetry)
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Coyote country.
The nearby swamp eco-system goes down blazing with ignus fatui.
In the fields of chaos, in the land of awful shadow,
in a dream within a dream,
guardians of as-yet-undiscovered astral treasures
camera-eye the six-sheeters,
while nameless Americans take
the fall for paper-hanging scams,
and for faulty visions, and unregistered artillery.
The son of the widow crowds the mourners for a glimpse of the great mutation. -
No one is surprised when he spits up something he never Swallowed.
Where art is wanting, beasts are superior.
My sources tell me there are radios and chemistry sets
hidden in the ancient songs – rabbit-holes and wardrobes
folding in phase space.
I, your reporter, an artist with my familiars,
stand here scanning invisible landscapes,
watching an atavistic alphabet in action.
Call this place Coyote Country. Read on »


