{"id":513,"date":"2008-02-22T09:55:00","date_gmt":"2008-02-22T17:55:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=513"},"modified":"2008-02-22T09:55:00","modified_gmt":"2008-02-22T17:55:00","slug":"two-by-michael-ives","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/two-by-michael-ives\/","title":{"rendered":"Two by Michael Ives"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Here are two poems by Michael Ives, from his Jawbone reading last week. He calls them &#8220;floaters.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The third signal tower fell. <br \/>I dropped the implant. <\/p>\n<p>When we came to<br \/>we were staring at ears of corn.<\/p>\n<p>All chrome, thirty of them in a row:<br \/>grille of the bastard\u2019s Town Coupe.<\/p>\n<p>Crazy. I wasn\u2019t made for this.<br \/>Joanne would be waiting dinner for me. <\/p>\n<p>Flank support had stayed behind<br \/>to realign the optics.<\/p>\n<p>Anonymous black two-doors<br \/>were crossing the tarmac, as always.<\/p>\n<p>Many are the words for rudder<br \/>when the helmsman is no more.<\/p>\n<p>What were we going to do anyway,<br \/>issue writs?<\/p>\n<p>Even Senzei was gone<br \/>opening a sundries shop in his mind. <\/p>\n<p>Chop water, carry wood,<br \/>kill your parents.<\/p>\n<p>*<\/p>\n<p>Never saw the moon<br \/>leave the horizon. <br \/>For it was altogether<\/p>\n<p>too long assumed<br \/>by men of that day. <br \/>That to them who farmed<\/p>\n<p>remote quarters. <br \/>The customs imposts thereof. <br \/>I must bring The Victoria\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>Secret Poems<br \/>to conclusion. <br \/>And pledge these<\/p>\n<p>replacement organs<br \/>for the upcoming<br \/>fund drive. <\/p>\n<p>Her highness secretes<br \/>a pheromone blend.<br \/>From the gland of intention.<\/p>\n<p>Through a series<br \/>of permeable membranes.<br \/>Bordering that other Egypt.<\/p>\n<p>Hidden among dream waste<br \/>and morphine ampoules. <br \/>The electronics in the system<\/p>\n<p>cool under ferns. <br \/>They promise nothing. <br \/>And ebony. Thing. <\/p>\n<p>for RW<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Here are two poems by Michael Ives, from his Jawbone reading last week. He calls them &#8220;floaters.&#8221; The third signal tower fell. I dropped the implant. When we came towe were staring at ears&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-513","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/513","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=513"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/513\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=513"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=513"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=513"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}