Ben Roylance

For Cass McCombs

 

How much farther do we get with this naming?

“For Kurt Cobain,” Clark Coolidge

 

Step into the dead oak,
Take away all light, every glimmer

“Subtraction,” Cass McCombs

 

 *

 

 That’s bitter

The oneiric face

Its differences

 

I won’t name you

It’s not fair

 

Again with the saint

Intraocular breath

Domain and expulsion

 

I won’t name you

It’s insincere

 

*

 

Genres of laughter

 

I fed coins in

To loon’s smooth beak

 

And you watched

Combing your hair

Such a laugh, come

 

Now I’m being real

 

*

 

Hermit’s asking

 

Stone

Uncorking, contracting

Let thought to eat

 

Crime

That’s the smiling ascending

I had in heart, finally

 

North leads up

You see a frightful cave

And you call me a name

 

*

 

Man is just

Where I’m from

 

Like a star

Chilling the air

 

On earth cold

 

I could never name it

 

*

 

Solar mildew

Huddling on day moon

 

Cancelling creation

Another willing element

 

I wish things were different

It’s spring again

Some birds are swimming

 

 

 

 

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Ben Roylance is a ufoccultist and poet from Allentown, PA living in Amherst, MA.