LEONARD BRINK is editor and publisher of Instress Publications. His chapbooks are Ascended Distance (Instress 1998) and Secrets of the Universe (hophophop 1999). He lives in Northern California.
THE SEAM BETWEEN THE ROCKS AND THEIR ACTUAL NUMBER
Two worlds submitted to a test of symmetry collide
Words drown out what they stood for
Signs more substantial than what they advertised
What is actual is not isolated from what isn't
Leaky boats of emotions
Questions and absences
Ideas whispered into being
Whispers become wind
A wreck beats the ship to shore
Climbing tides to leave debris the shape of headlands in the sand.
The hard fragrance of salt drips apart from the wood the boat forgets.
The waves of its song dissipate as shafts split into sunbeams
sweeping the beach where the clams have left their harmonicas.
OUT FROM THE COLUMNS AND INTO THE GUTTER
One morning, lying in the bed of human experience
A dialog is set up to clarify the need for explanation.
The book you are in is its own cradle of explanation
Sweeping logically beneath the shape of branches
A sign is constructed by tracing the difference
Between the assumption of privilege
And the privileged assumption
In the end truth kills itself and the lie
Wakes up in its bed to join the world
Which comes home later than usual
To a posthumous reply pinned to its pillow
TWO BIRDS BEING CAUGHT WITHIN THE SAME STONE
They are not points of light
But beams that support the planes
That give the world surfaces we can see
Light does not reach the dead end of the tunnel
If nature is beautiful and orderly this proves it is in the imagination
No face beneath the veil
We stand on what is apparent or on what must remain a mystery, also apparent
We walk on hollow ground