Cody-Rose Clevidence
Winter 2023 | Poetry
Two Poems
Botticelli and the Spam-Bots;
Ctrl Alt New, Thou
I.
the dogs are in the wheat (again)
the sun is in the sheaf, Delilah
Delilah on the radio, again, and hand-
over-hand, I, give the gift again— & hand-
over-hand, I grunt & wish—
death the gift gives circumspect
a vow, a new vowel to learn, absence of
the word is grief, replenished absence, low
& behold from the kitchens of memory, suffused,
it come become before me, undone, come on
I said to my one somewhat
disheveléd soul, stand up, we’ve got
to get going
“In the South, Dollar Trees are spreading like Kudzu” says the man
on the radio
how everything grows
so hard here “Arkansas”
hail, heat, lightning, summer, & you,
starlink satellites alight over
the small hot lake
mistook for migrating geese
mis-take— or is it some new form
come up upon us, exit
at the milky way, flock of all
data-flock, haul the small
boat in after—
pollen’s-wish ; yellow spider “validity of malthusiansim; abstract”
pleurotus spp. on the morning-wood white bloom moss in the matrix
heat haze of the new dominion & the word for it was
II
lemonade of the sun pitched up,
lemons grown in the lemon-orchards
of earth, drip, biome, shade-tree
& cutgrass, be with me still,
be still with me, in shade & shadow
the location of pain is in the sky
blue blow up pool on the mown lawn
blue blown up to becoming
blue blown gasket in the morning
in the groaning heart
of my heart, clear
as the blowing wind
I will go
drive
north in the wind
& pollen to the
useless golden
prairie,
alone
lead me
half string half answer
a calf in a green field, lowly
III
Apollo 1-17; golden
curls, mercy, shepherd, young
god of archery, lyre, sing for her, arched
spine & shined hull, centrifugal
force, go down lower, the deep
well, leap, sorrow unbloooms you, combs us,
spreads us flat, rolls us out, that we become
men, speak, men with your bodies of grief, I cut
a green sheaf from the world, toss up a small
beam of light, suspend, void, all you
have ever known, my son, my sun, dust
in the beam of light,
stand, still, hold
memory that battered
hail damaged vine
in the scattered diagonals
of my heart, left
at the stop sign,
horizontal to me
the day like an egg
the day like a green-gold
beetle the day climbing up
some rusted & cresting
cacophony the day
cracking open the lizard’s
diacritic eyes the blue
skink lizard’s tail, flies
at the windows
in the morning
flies at the window panes
lazy & sweet— is this my soul?
hazy with the absence of desire
hovering in air
morning’s lung
might curse me yet
become, becoming
a still thing, alight, yellow-
crowned night heron where the white
comes in, a green stream conjoins
the redclay-muddied river, turbulent
flow-eddies where our heart was perched
on a limb there, as I am
broken open, flowing out, doing
my chores, as the heron
is doing his chores, may the gods of chores
greet us & bless both
the simple & the complex
phenomena
of our days
IIII
the spirochete, the spider’s limb,
the violin, all attempted objects
made by man, man’s hands,
the mind obliterates the sound, I am in
some canned accouterment, the world
that we have made of this
tin of fish, who once flashed
in a net of fish, somewhere
fleshed & tick-bit out of
some first un-garden, the ur-cities of the future, I am
become a being of the grid, haphazard,
sporulating outward, ark-ship
of whatever generations
of bacteria that live, & die, & live
again in my eyelashes, skin
duodenum, gums, toenails,
fingernails, nostrils, etc.—
you are a palace to all
that you may meet, says Tennyson,
or something like it. my inevitable
panspermia, new granite counter, room of right
angles, fruit flies blooming everywhere,
I am a god to everything I touch.
I bring more than myself with me.
.
each yolk rhymes with day,
the void takes up its tinny tune;
a music in whatever human
instrument’s available at that time,
or place, the Bluetooth speaker bleats,
hungry for its outlet
O,
my child
IIIII
ashes in a mason jar
if this is my orchard
.
between “rock” & “man”
a chasm stands; transistors &
Delilah, this highway &
the world
IIIIII
Apollo; god of feet, & feathers; tires,
god of wings, & that limp christ-
deity, cannibalism’s scrawny god, shredded
abs, gentle hip divot, draws the
eyes down, that feminine form,
& poised, from that high
spot there, makes a proclamation
against the reciprocal singing. let me sing
it just for you, they say he said. test
the limits of us, science;
implant electrodes of new
becoming, alleviate
the general pain, <gestures
around > we have made you
in our image, dreams pulled from the womb
of sleep’s shared dreamtime
into waking as a thread of bright
cotton from a spindle in a myth, we pulled
this all from myth, we dream
of selfhood, diodes, signs & cosigns, tablets,
bylaws, we dream of oceans, frogs, cobalt mines,
we dream of marketplaces, cities, mothers, we dream
of factory made diadems arranged in order of
size & shape & color, icon of a sign & symbol of,
we are caught in grid-lines, we dream they point us to some earthly
heaven, Q-code, Walmart, sparrows in the food court,
rows of soybeans in the hot pink sun, America’s
ethanol’s shimmering arteries drawn
right up out of the earth, the shipping lanes of
our deep ploughed seas, lawn & house & mailbox &
biodome, a dwelling place, a bounty for everyone, a bounty
on our hearts, my kingdom for a redbull, 7-11,
burger-king, popeyes chicken
sandwich, frozen fish fillets from
that first ocean, frozen berries
in the aisles of paradise, is this a dream,
have you changed into
a new thing, my sweet cow-
daughter, Io, god
of familial hymns
I will always recognize you,
chewing your cud in this our
newest pasture,
come home.
.
Lo, and be hold
it is midnight
in Arkansas
a white cow stands
lowing in the dark field
I cannot go to her
IIIIIII
unbecome the orchard, grief
make us a shape of things, pear tree,
football, stadium, kitchen, radio
a belonging built into the network,
river-bank, pantheon, dream-
song, milky-way, socket & weld-seam that
holds us & carries us, onward, my giant pink
pit-bull of my heart’s giant
head on my lap snoring, time’s
a-wasting, the world’s not
going to perceive itself now
is it? or is it? well,
at least we are so
gung-ho
in our
belonging.
I will invent
7 more deities
by morning.
IIIIIIII
welcome to Harps’
Holy Mountain, hometown
fresh fried chicken the blown
fuse of my mind
O it’s circling
circling
coming in
to land
one dove
set loose
bring me back a olive branch
a piece of trash
a plastic bag ragged &
ripped by the wind
we have founded
civilization here
my small city stretches out
before time itself
birth and grief are a series of
concentric contractions
they built the highway system
IIIIIIIII
they have trained neurons to play Pong
they are 3-D printing horses
the hooved ungulates of the universe
give birth in the circuits
asters & blue chicory blink into & out of existence
rows & rows of corn stretch out before us, green & gold
green & gold, green & gold the eye the first prism
space the first grid
I am trapped in time & space, these
factual geometricks distance, place
amount of durational time “it takes”
I am a whole horizon away, the setting sun,
the spiral arm, the galaxy, the distant ache,
the rolling hills, the wine dark lake,
the fish that slap the surface
of the reflection of the reflection
of the sky come back to me
.
as if we could breech the seam that separates
this world from itself as if we could
as if we could
my kingdom for the world
IIIIIIIIII
it has only been one whole lifetime, to me
from “the in between; winter”
“spontaneous generation”
I
there is forgetting halfway back to laughter; there is a gown
around all things spam folder: archiv paradise dream
where is the awe the augur there the bore bore
boredom down, wore
out the sunless thing : it hatched, you need
a throat to sing (the primate-
ologists say) to speak, speak to me
(go down) say it again then (lower)
there is something else
leftover; for all the rest—
put it in the microwave, 2 minutes is or is not [a potato]
seed-capital; invest the self a hem to many
too many; to pollinate [wasp of order, or a] brain; she said forget,
I keep forgetting
a youtube search history will trace a life for you : its source &
its meandering: “stop stretching your piriformis, do this instead!”
“how to replace wiring harness on a 2000-2006 Chevy or GMC”
“top ten foods for a healthy brain” “what is death to a microbe?”
“how to power a lightbulb using only a lemon”
“THIS weather pattern will be CRAZY”
get gods name out of your mouth
just put it in water for a while,
it’ll sprout some tendrils you can plant out
come spring
come, spring, caught
our eyes leverage the beam
bright mode’s first hummingbird against the net, work
against the surge; break small fishes
filaments in resistance of
break me open again then plant
me out come spring
rock of my rock
or is it the forgetting
cauterize
this sort-of ship-
wrecked planet,
mine.
it is easy enough to write “bamboozled sun,”
“prime number,” “ribosome” where is the hard interface, what
is the average size of the universe, name of an unnameable thing?
cortisol in E-minor
Great Blue Herring
pull self to goat-herd, Cody
please be reasonable
what is less than a sparrow, philosophically— speaking—
I sleep with my leg
half under half out of
the void
the lengths we go; are actual distances—
less than a sparrow, though; though…
for whom the whole
sky is highway home
the petulant child
is crying again
for my flank: 35lb silicon-coated pure metal dumb
bell mined from the molten planets core or leaked out
its virile veins; O range of motion O mountain range
each muscle the cordage knot of god-cock-crowing-dawn
you stole from earth build-a-body
build your own
what is or isn’t mine
wrested of being, not wrought
clawed out of you, worm, now
walk
it’s good to eat an onion in the morning
it’s good to cut it crosswise and see the green tip, the white flame
its good to be a human being released from suffering
in the morning, cut the white flame out
II
what do you know about the green becoming portal : eyeless lid-sky of seam or hem beam [me] up, pink cluster ; terraform’d ablution ;
pray the cataclysm open , pry catechism about
then spill it [all
over the ] floor and
worldbreast periwinkle or leech ; open up, lichen, in the deep
brooding
I Said
] most small
falcons ; screech on high, nest
all tangle— yes
or fallen, fell through, formal logic of enclosing space’s broke open Hallelujah
or gift might one scratch [there]
perimeter allegory foveal curve
design flaw in earliest crocus
design flaw in December frogs belt it out buddy
croak your heartfelt croaks
amorous and long
there is no sweeter song : the freeze
will come tomorrow
miles to go before the spring
inverse-sky-pond-portal’s mud-dominion; willow & new small hawk overhead goes skreeeeee & beat beat beat glide beat beat beat glide, I see you there: beak of worldhood;
the persimmon seeds said snow
the spoon says snow
the plow, permission
the permission that divides the sky
that shovels it up for us
the eyes said double-up & open; mirror world, bilateral symmetry
fearful, bright— go on & step out into it I dare you gently
I dare you wholly cut the onion cross-wise
in the morning the song comes up & step out into it
Cody-Rose Clevidence is the author of Aux Arc / Trypt Ich (Nightboat, 2021), Listen My Friend, This is the Dream I Dreamed Last Night (The Song Cave, 2021), Flung/Throne (Ahsahta, 2018), and BEAST FEAST (Ahsahta Press, 2014), as well as several chapbooks (flowers and cream, NION, garden door press, Auric). They live in the Arkansas Ozarks and are occasionally visiting faculty at The Iowa Writers Workshop.