from “Lost in the Hallway”

I will deny any knowledge.


The story is a race

between learning and forgetting.

The tortoise and the dolphin,

in different media, formlessly

charging in different directions.


I ride the train.

Late at night.

The village I pass through

is sparsely treed

young stalks of elm broken at the dirt

and corpsed on the sidewalk.


I get troublesome vibrations from

angiosperm, gymnosperm, from

trying to understand

the origin and evolution

of the perfect shark;

teeth grown from the buds

of raw cells, round and twisted

into glass points.


We mount our weapons there,

and on the tongue. A literal

opening of the jaw. Rehearsal.


One response to “from “Lost in the Hallway”

  1. “I Will Deny Any Knowledge” creates some good and violent imagery that I can’t quite link back to the “learning and forgetting” of the first two lines. The last stanza is the tightest, and the word “literal” is especially useful to your poem, and the line break before “opening” is good and contributes to the force of the word “literal,” which besides the obvious means, “A letter or symbol that stands for itself as opposed to a feature, function, or entity associated with it in a programming language; A mistake in printed matter resulting from mechanical failures of some kind.” Using “rehearsal” is some sort of “Defender of the throng” type wordplay with “literal.” It’s not a rhyme or a near-rhyme, but there’s some sonic resonances that are euphonic though not harmonic.

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