Sean Burke














Hostage Situation















Hostage Situation
 

A sort of space
 
that investigates
 
the whole, a time
 
that unhinges
 
and explodes
 
across the tail- 
 
end of a prehistoric
 
beetle's flightpath
 
then regathers
 
to scamper off
 
into a hobbyist's
 
miniature forest,
 
a chimpanzeesí
 
chorus, a death
 
that wanders off
 
and spaces on us
 
for awhile, a word
 
that talks, a gardenia 
 
that barks, a cloud
 
caught inside a bear
 
trap, a rocketship flare
 
blasting sideways
 
through the veins
 
of an orange-shaded
 
eyelid, two glaciers
 
set afire to wear on
 
windbreakers as insignia,
 
a bottomless pit,
 
an anti-emptiness,
 
a way to walk on
 
your teeth, a color,
 
and a colony of parrots.
 
These are our demands.
 
You have an hour.

 




 


























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