{"id":4718,"date":"2014-04-20T02:00:55","date_gmt":"2014-04-20T02:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sporkpress.com\/?p=4718"},"modified":"2014-04-20T02:00:55","modified_gmt":"2014-04-20T02:00:55","slug":"4718","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thisissporkpress.com\/archive\/2014\/04\/20\/4718\/","title":{"rendered":"Jacob Kahn || 5 Sonnets"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>___________________<\/p>\n<p>As if measuring time and measuring thought,<\/p>\n<p>the night tells the night to breathe in.<\/p>\n<p>Alas to emote triangles is to keep lancing<\/p>\n<p>at the square. The sequence defers<\/p>\n<p>its contingency upon me and a few other bloggers<\/p>\n<p>by the rails. In a small city by a river, we<\/p>\n<p>tour the edges of a mountain with a little glass hat.<\/p>\n<p>We handle and pack away capsules<\/p>\n<p>of cylindrical black air.<\/p>\n<p>So the investigation in its throes,<\/p>\n<p>in description, a circular impediment<\/p>\n<p>hollowed out by an arcade of stoic resignation<\/p>\n<p>and ornamental chimes. Not too much, buddy.<\/p>\n<p>Too much stirring infers.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>___________________<\/p>\n<p>Pile the ups, scatter the downs.<\/p>\n<p>The cumulative city has waved goodbye. In principal,<\/p>\n<p>lavender culminates in the context of forever.<\/p>\n<p>Forever implies the wake of this nostalgic throb.<\/p>\n<p>Some galvanize Tripoli, some admire the ducks.<\/p>\n<p>Still it hurts to be loved &amp; understood.<\/p>\n<p>In Tuesday, I sense disbanded truth,<\/p>\n<p>cause, the hair on my neck<\/p>\n<p>expanding like a spider inside a parade float.<\/p>\n<p>My sixteen green legs circle the tree of proof.<\/p>\n<p>A crusade of ancient brooks backs fragrantly off.<\/p>\n<p>This part of my brain is bruised, it deletes<\/p>\n<p>the sound of your voice coming from the closet.<\/p>\n<p>Remove or deflect; two legs come together and cling.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>___________________<\/p>\n<p>Her shade is voluntary, with each pause<\/p>\n<p>I leak ebullience in a brazen river.<\/p>\n<p>Incumbent zones announce English conduct.<\/p>\n<p>From \u2018the brush of statement\u2019 I got<\/p>\n<p>\u2018understatement as underbrush,\u2019 from tomorrow<\/p>\n<p>gilded springs. From religion<\/p>\n<p>I got time for a hot red beer.<\/p>\n<p>Now show me a language other than landscape.<\/p>\n<p>Because what\u2019s ethereal in practice<\/p>\n<p>should be practical in the field of ether.<\/p>\n<p>Should night precipitate in rooting-out my pulpit.<\/p>\n<p>Should tender shuttles remain theoretical.<\/p>\n<p>What\u2019s common to barrels is common<\/p>\n<p>to spines. And if he wants, so he thumbs.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>___________________<\/p>\n<p>I have a few more questions beginning<\/p>\n<p>in winter and ending in fall.<\/p>\n<p>A black scarf rotates around the neck.<\/p>\n<p>A green ball lands in my arms.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve heard Heidegger thought best in other people\u2019s houses.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve heard potentially being was not<\/p>\n<p>what the world had in mind.<\/p>\n<p>Pivot and ricochet, pivot and glance.<\/p>\n<p>I need tissues brothers and fingers<\/p>\n<p>to avoid death. I need intend nothing<\/p>\n<p>to stay alive. Here is my chance<\/p>\n<p>to launder in the frame of taking place.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m going to take it with me<\/p>\n<p>to Hawaii, to the movies, to my backyard grave.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>___________________<\/p>\n<p>The lit-up rift of phenomenology<\/p>\n<p>cools off (in) the locomotive hedges.<\/p>\n<p>Suspended similitudes<\/p>\n<p>constitute religious episodes<\/p>\n<p>in the vestigial haze of our diorama.<\/p>\n<p>Squirrels rescue Appalachian towns,<\/p>\n<p>they never let go. They rest on the ice.<\/p>\n<p>I hold my nose close to one\u2019s neck.<\/p>\n<p>I have some sort of natural right to the camera<\/p>\n<p>to accumulate visible tread.<\/p>\n<p>Like a plangent riptide,<\/p>\n<p>Idaho flings out all its seasons at once.<\/p>\n<p>Like Idaho, I need one more line.<\/p>\n<p>If you cut laughter in half, it shines.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\n___________________<br \/>\n<object width=\"480\" height=\"360\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/BZKe47Dnuvc?hl=en_US&amp;version=3&amp;rel=0\"><\/param><param name=\"allowFullScreen\" value=\"true\"><\/param><param name=\"allowscriptaccess\" value=\"always\"><\/param><embed src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/v\/BZKe47Dnuvc?hl=en_US&amp;version=3&amp;rel=0\" type=\"application\/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" allowscriptaccess=\"always\" allowfullscreen=\"true\"><\/embed><\/object><br \/>\n____________________<br \/>\n<b>Jacob Kahn<\/b> was born and raised in Salt Lake City. Since 2008, he has lived Missoula, Montana, which is a good place to write and unwrite sonnets, a place that knots in the heat and blossoms in the cold. Other sonnets can be found forthcoming in <i>580 Split <\/i>and other writing forthcoming in <i>Dreginald<\/i>.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>___________________ As if measuring time and measuring thought, the night tells the night to breathe in. Alas to emote triangles is to keep lancing at the square. The sequence defers its contingency upon me and a few other bloggers by the rails. 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