Fear and Loathing @ Corson’s Inlet

From an evolving work on encountering the poetry places of A.R. Ammonds:

 

Of Phragmites

I take a walk

not at all in

flight

but across,

cusping

Corson’s Inlet

(Of the inside outside).

 

Ammonds spoor becomes the

Gravely Run

quarry.

The bayberry walk waxes and wanes

until until just maybe

it gerunds itself.

Now look here.

Where isn’t it?

 

Inlayed sand temple rippled

in sand wisping

Where:

Bayberry runs,

marshed salting meadow,

Stands of Billboard @attention,

Reeds

Now

Wetland Skyline,

Of Phragmites.

 

“each walk is a new walk.”

Paint of once quakered

Vernacular church cornering

Itself

Until it Dunken Donuts:

Peeling away

into out asphalted

of the somehow less than ruraled

Kind?!

Verbs happen here.

A branding writ large:

Marmora Auto

Greets ineffable

Stoned Eagle

of puffed up guard standing

resolute

That heralds,

Heralding that coming good

 

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For reasons, no not

to be guessed after,

Kabir sez:

Kabir says

He feels,

Yes,

Starstruck!

Thrice McFreakin’ Blessed!

By:

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