December 25-31, 2017: Poetry from Alex Papanicolopoulos

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Alex Papanicolopoulos
indefinitebrightcalm@gmail.com

Bio (auto)

Alex Papanicolopoulos lives in Tallahassee, Florida. He earned an M.A. in English from Cornell University, and received a Governor’s Award for Excellence in Teaching while at Bound Brook High School. Born and raised in California, he is currently an independent scholar and educator. He was the very first poet featured on Poetry Super Highway in January of 1997.

The following work is Copyright © 2017, and owned by Alex Papanicolopoulos. and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

 

Midnight

Accursed poets of the dispossessed there are not enough of you
…………….staggering through the streets of Veracruz like Alekseĭ
Kruchenyk…………….…………….……..speak it
…………….Emerald indecency to the idiots and unlettered intelligentsia!
…………….…………….They will not read their own lies to themselves

II
Do you have a voice if no one can find it
…………….knowing in singing not to…………….while you were watching
Netflix they ended net
…………….…………….neutrality this is now
…………….…………….…………….all the help you deserve.

III
Caress ritornello continuo, long awaited faded colors
…………….can you just blurt your mind
sector spider weak-eyed bat
…………….lunch over alto nonmercuric solo
carroting nul set infidel set twerk biography
…………….rear end mandible flossing
at said address

840 serious immobilities…………….at lost last
rock fabric opacity rendering
…………….for mass health care
…………….…………….…………….…………….as we were
…………….temporarily able-bodied
surprised by what we bought

IV
Write to Jove about his problems
…………….along the rotating gantry………disaggregating grains
36D6 tin CT scan international modeling
open grain silo today
writing a hall pass to the historical never-was
the day no hour left
ironing shirt buttons…………food falling there
…………….…………….unhelped by any wind

V
By these waters I heard such beautiful singing
…………….like a spell I stopped
checking my phone
…………….…………….your madness your rage is the reenchantment of my world
I am now legible in every line break to the system

VI
Walls carve into rage the boltered
multitudes.
On your lips no other beauties……………the dark climb
of hills.
Intangible powers, the prebiotic moon
descending the Sephirotic ladder;
…………….……………...the one floating
heaped up with treasure burial ship
of the ring-giving lord–

Hate with triumph the deserting years–
…………….Forces into the water pull,
…………….………………at daybreak,
the woods that sway, then start, then can’t
break free.

 


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