bheid
john martone
samuddo / ocean 2013
bheid copyright 2013 by john martone samuddo / ocean ISBN 978-1-304-59084-8 johnmartone@gmail.com
bheid
Proto-Indo-European, to split open (as a tree), root of English boat.
beyond
that tree line
nothing written windblown corn-husk
single lane trestle bridge
prairie rivers ocean currents
but when you stop the wave
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vultures wingspan the width of this road
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quarry
wont let you in
not from here
how nothing is
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the lights pull-chain somewhere
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that book
sailboats his unheated room
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whether to sit on the chair or bed tonight
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unlit lantern foot of his bed a sailors chest
asleep
awake adrift
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a wolf in yr dream winter comes
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darkness
this body suddenly permeable
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lonely fall
want to talk to those nuns
lamplight
dust on buddhas head
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plenty
midwest nursing homes to choose from
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one cold night yr lantern
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absurd
as winter grapes you eat them
dreaming
nature
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forgot to
put the pickaxe away
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carpenters square
lost at sea
straight-edge
hearing winter sparrows
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plaster-lath tongue-&-groove yes a raft
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bubble-level
were all adrift
tape-measure
yr snail shell
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out of nowhere thinks of building a boat
this fall night
you shim a cabinet level
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meditation
a boat the size of his body
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table-saw
a window on the ocean
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buddhist psychology
nautical terms
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seaworthy
splinter
grief
bilge
nutshell pram
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in fall
dream of that tree creatures asleep in its roots
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last nights dream
a small blue boat
fixed yr shack now build a boat
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autumn rain
3/8ths sheathing
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one 4x8
sheet 3/8ths his boat
nothing
in lifes water-tight
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one sheet paper one sheet plywood taking yr time
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building
a boat bound for there in any case
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sky blue chalk line
blue chalk line plucked that ancient sea
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fog
his circular saw keeps jamming
handsaw
really getting somewhere now
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sawed the wrong length & his little finger too
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measure
twice every time
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plywood
cells boats a cell
little fingers blood cells wet the plywood hull
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boat building
hands get nice & dirty
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all souls day
that tape measure disappears
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he sands his boat in the mist
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sand
paper to anti ci pate the far shore
seaworthy
caulked his fingers together
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six-foot boat
sit on yr knees or cross yr legs or just lie down
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mother gone you build yrself a pine-box boat
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wave-tossed
lifeboat in that sea of light
empty
gallon housepaint can full of sand boat anchor
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his six-foot boats a bonsai tree
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call yr boat
buddhas name
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mind
a small boat slipping away
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pol len grain at the end sixfoot boat
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mother an open deck the seas horizon rocking
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sit in yr boat
navels sea-level
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the prows a human meristem
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no
no more roots youre at sea
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even a trees dead cells conduct water
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his boat
too being hollow
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the blue green
algae before you
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