EXPANSIVE POETRY ONLINE
A Journal of Contemporary Arts 

 

poems

  by
 

  CHRISTOPHER DEGROOT
 
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Into the Kenoma

Thrown!
Believe in the undertow
still gorging while wandering.
 

Alone!
No one for the bones but a taking of the coat.

Tones!
Keep the worship sweet, measuring the kenoma (home).
 

Flow!
On the way you corrode, making the day green.

 

As the Vessels Leak

Corrosion—erosion—
as the vessels leak.
Incendio—incendio–
in larcenous fission keep
the Hookworm, the Mottler from
divining: for ambush, for
fusion the archons weep.

 

Still

       Say what is left:
       a cold breathscope,
       an ashen choke,
       noumenal and cleft.
Shh.
      For in our pining reft
      there's another roams,
      his a blooded home,
      envenomed sweat.

 

 

 

 

                   RUSH

                    Veil by veil,   
                  tear by tear:    
           our foundation, thus.

           Rush there then, love,
   where your roots spring and crush,
there where your roots spring and crush.

      I am there, my roots are there:
              our foundation, thus.
     
Rush, my love; my love, rush.

 

 

 

          THE SELF

    The world does not
    make sense to sense
              but still
            the self is
              not just
   memory and grammar,
              not just
    the I that remembers
               it was:

       Though diffuse, being
               in time,
         our character is
              revealed 
   by doing and true knowing,
             or say better,
       what is hardest of all,
           honest thought.

 

 

 

 

  

               

 

 

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