the muse apprentice guild
--expanding the canon into the 21st century




14 WORKS
BY ANDREW LUNDWALL

RACE ACROSS FIND HIDE AND SEEK

leaves seasons television switch eyes

go back

station to station watch the moon break

through the thickening rush

of curtains rivers of fog and steel

speed off

look at the planet pointing a thumb through

the clouds crystal

racing the entertwining the impulse

of hard bodies

moving closer ice mirrors mirages

like psychological wa-wa pedals

aura reflections

funhouse mountain-tops

the rolling staircases

i believe no i was never there off the road

visions clapped hands announced another

 arrival the lunar beasts lifted the fog

to reveal

and a diamond eye stretches of pure field

race across find hide and seek

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GREEN ENTITIES: A DANCE

green entities of night shade

waving waters in a mysterious flight

above the lampshade hotels

and the arms of roads flexing their teeth

the perspectives in my mind

i wonder if my eye were to cast

a passing angular glance in the stomp

of mists and anemones

if i swim through the boroughs

of ten towns i will stretch

my road legs barreling

down out the side frame

all these peripheral destinations

are centered from the side

the way of the windshield

the head lights trace the body of land

the curls and curves of cyclones

i wonder if the sun could ever bat

these long ligaments of its eye

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SUMMER WEARS CURIOUS FLIGHTS:

blue atop the stop signs

as dancing fog petunias full of escape

a chimney ebb & bells tell me.....

the midnight above the star

in all trees a bottle of magnets

rushing their teeth bobbing headlights

blurring simultaneously

with stilleto height shade waving

with stilleto heels

& outside the head light coast

the tints and the stomp of mists

and the last channel

the air mold and the arms

of road legs barreling

rolling down dawn a fire escape

tune-fringe tapdancing fog dark

cold soot i breathe puffs of sewer gas

the itching waters in all fall

washing waters in the lobby

for the way of the moon shys

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ALL THE RIGHT INTANGIBLES

--night. the expressway of the spine colliding our nerves our different
feelings in a multitude of bone-shard montages. we are animal, i notice
the voluptuousness of it, the curve in the road. i race the radius, my
radio reads off each tender pin-prick. need i explain? the indifference
of matter, of truly passing through, my own real-igion. this needs
nothing. i tasted this, this is what? mysterious. eyes search for the
one they cannot find. a cat. eyes are cats (the bright red flashings).
parrot of paradise, a pair of dice, and empty cup ringing anvils under
these apparitions. you so cold, i'm so late. lament of intangibility. my
own sterility haunts me like a virus, surrounds my head like a blood and
gut tiara....

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THE MANUAL FLIPS PAGES: TO BE ALONE

sense sensual
the validity
the power that rushes
naked and bruised
up my arm
i buried it long ago
what could i tell you
--"the power lines!"
this means nothing
quench my thirst
under your laughing mask
--"have you ever seen the dark?"
coughing blood
under the apparition
of the moon
hunting the beast
of the apocalypse
through a dozen funhouses
i don't laugh
unless laughter were
to turn to sobs
quickly
like a long-tailed runner
a limbo leaper
"the oxygen!"
limbs need oxygen
as the water
drips away
from them

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THE ROSE CIRCUIT

a dozen conversations
lift away
lift their skirts
like minds
our bodies touch
over continents
the valleys of contentment
the ruts
looking back now
i peel the rust away
from each eclipse
of my eyelid
a lemon concealing
a barrier not there
we knot our hearts
our bodies collide
under the measurement
of this compact
hotel room
a rose circuit

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FROM THE NAIL IN THE WALL: CLOSET GHOST

the office door slams
my head not there
to be lost
arms wrap around
each fine ending
to be lost
feeling out
the exact
the map
that curtseys
above my head
like a dozen stars
leaping
from the nail
in the wall

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EACH BUMP AND CREVICE

the hum of the radio
the touch lifts off
the mask and the dozens
of peelings
of thousands
of simultaneous conversations
through the real realm
the invisible brigade
crossing the unknown weight
of the flesh that hangs
from the sideways stars
says: "nowhere"
inexactitude
the reeling real feeling
feel out the feed out
each bump
and crevice
of how it all began

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TILT-A-WHIRL DIALOGUES: THE CONFESSIONAL

tilt-a-whirl conversations
exchange of souls
hovering upside down
in unknown heat
valleys of eyes
the bats inhabit
on various occasions
and the shadow
still speaking
over any and no one's
shoulder

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THE SHIVER OF AIR

(( driving steel wheels chrome from side to side... the tender trickle
of the tongue looking away down row upon row of rouge road... slightly
painted over that wheat field the spot that tender rut... a gorgeous
motion picture a moth hits fans over its tender reflections ))

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ALPHA: O!

(( body to body joint to joint... the scent of smoke passing through on
a plane... the tender rigidity that a harp of air plucks the floating
fluid..... dark night enters day on many wave-lengths so that the
sting-ray of my eyes must scan up and down around the winding length
each knotted curve and groove skipping records a thumbprint.. the lock
of hair this beauteous scalp grinning now inside painted from this
window at such-and-such a moment i count ))

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AN INTRODUCTION

muted reflections
crown the skull
of articulations
of varying degress
the windy channels
that fog blot out
your tempted
security
remember
rorshach
perfumes
the colored
fumes given
off and on
like the light-
switch backwards
bathed in light

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(UNDER ANOTHER SKIN) TO LOOK UPON:
      THE ANVIL TOSS (THE WEIGHT OF JOY)

-- as i write this poem from long occasions a rose drops on the
handkerchief below the darkened pain of a window shut and opened
dropping hints vague and long ... i saw your photograph toss and
turn through the wind as several questions interrogated me (these dozen
feet i walk) ... staring through another series of events of sleep
dawning though upon waking upon feet in feet in splendour of no exterior
of the mill throwing secret casts to the wind ...
i have spoken this on a dozen platforms my trousers disappearing with
the immaculate arrangement of the air compact pacts of a thousand doors
before ... before the hand i wrote tossed the verse and tossed
wrote several numbers within the margins ... within a painting
courtesy of ( ) ... obscurity: name it
... we have a few photographs of our exfoliations ... the oxen
and the woman exposing her left breast through a hieroglyphic night-gown
... i sit down upon a few hours i have left to explain near the
radiation ... the radiator the tic of the dahlia upon the
stuttering tile of the wall no end (an audition) ...

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(DOUBT) MOON PHRASES: NEW SKIN JOY (PICTURES)
      
pin in the arm watching

through the sky a flexed arm

the still ooze melting over the obvious
cup the constructions the admission to

cut the crap the cut
of wing at odds with

the oars rowing the sphinx
cutting the chain indefinite

number of cars the float
of mercurial angels that past

beside the distorted
architecture of my ear on

fire bed-sided the foaming
of water rush years

pass hours over the disshevelled
appearance barely

touching upon open
a chair widow lightly the singer

fold
back the book your faded thigh

walking avenues through
blue jeans tearing away

the nocturnal events
the night of the hand exposing

records swimming
five fingertips

waiting
beside the eaves drop behind

bellow singing
each dew dripping intense yellow upon end

once again


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m.a.g.