jack martin : “reading to sleep”

Night believed ghosts in the Art Building. The cover opened.  Wind blew a floor across.  The pages were not pages.  The book did impressions of Gertrude Stein, line drawings morphed, into and out, erotic mobius walls, black, yellowed ink on wet current. “The days of children lying on the carpet writing their little stories are over.”  Metro Goldwyn Mayer called to warn me.  He was also ten years old.  How many of us.  The only telephone ringing.  Ghosts blasted absent the doors.  L'art pour l'art.  Blue ignition splintered, a rectangular dearth in each wall, burst into voice, barked intent, a single, clamorous, plexiform roar, and woke unlit pages.

 

Jack Martin has published poems in Agni, Ploughshares, Georgia Review, & other magazines.

 

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