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The Elephants

Two Poems

Andrew Joron

ON REVISION

1.

Dear redeemer, or crossed-
out choice: there are no crimes in nature.

The thing is: A
Meaning wants an enemy.

Why light
Was made to miss—

Why the myth is little to the mouth.



2.

Trace, once traded for a deed, now dead:
A
Name too far from reference

here returns to its ancestral treehouse.

See Wood, knots in, 666; whorls in, 999.



3.

A
rampant temporality is needed—

one recursive to fire, uncontained
As any verb without a subject.

First never, first nerve—

The work of working wing
against king
to vary & to
Void its major meaning.

THUNK

Sun, shun real relation.

You (all)
Revoke, re—
evoke my name.

Manner to man, I
o’er error roar

Your ore & ire.

To escape a scape of eyes
at all scales, untune Night.

A why, a wire we
Are.

Filling feeling

You
think & thank
You.

Being
Being the one

unstable, unstatable
state—

There
O
Other—a throw through aether.

Andrew Joron is the author of several books of poetry, including, most recently, The Absolute Letter from Flood Editions and Trance Archive from City Lights. He teaches creative writing at San Francisco State University.

This originally appeared on July 23, 2017