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Tool for Machine Operation in Modern Times.
Cooled down in jelly. A metal cyst.
Tool for Alexander Scriabin
Didn’t the dot dots? Flip further for flutter.
Tool for Better Mileage
Efficiency din. A swallow of swallows.
Tool for Pool Drainage
Of gutter. Of oil malaise.
Tool for Picasso’s Carnival Hacks
Harlequin dummies. A lizard skin flight. What
Tool for Glen Campbell’s “Wichita Lineman”
An electric flute spouting keys.
Tool for Disaster Footage
A stoppage. Claim to right to sever.
Restraint, above all, must be consensual.
A slow pressure of hands lends a calmer sense to urge.
This one, he struggles but collapses in a heap.
The other, her eyes glitter – the shadow of palms, she imagines, creeping over her feet.
Caped local heroes: where are your villains in this nadir of crime?
The feast is too easily consumed, the rat now a privilege to harbor.
Empty oneself of the usual ambitions, better employ that thin rag called a tie.
All favorite film sequences are spectacular but untrue:
The best traps are hastily set,
or worse, they’re only one in a long line of bargains.
Giving up on the pool
of vanished luxury, how ivy
in leisure's wake. The mass
how to retreat properly
of safety and surrendering
Rusted pipes, rusted pumps,
of an emptied swimming basin—
Its sunken walls snake
left to indulge itself as dull,
Take the absent robe off the hook
and mud-veined, the weird
with timber: a tall row of bare wood,
square pits for socializing.
There's nothing chatty here.
Nothing but the reek of humid soil
Nothing here that's finer than nature
the important middlingness of it all,
with an inevitable lack of restraint
Bio: Jessica Baran is the author of two poetry collections – Remains to Be Used (Apostrophe Books, 2010) and Equivalents (2013), which won the first Besmilr Brigham Women Writers Award from Lost Roads Press. She is a freelance art writer and lives with her husband and
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