bheid

john martone

samuddo / ocean 2013

bheid copyright 2013 by john martone samuddo / ocean ISBN 978-1-304-59084-8 johnmartone@gmail.com

bheid
Proto-Indo-European, to split open (as a tree), root of English boat.

beyond
that tree line

nothing written windblown corn-husk

single lane trestle bridge

prairie rivers ocean currents

but when you stop the wave

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vultures wingspan the width of this road

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quarry
wont let you in

not from here

how nothing is

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the lights pull-chain somewhere

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that book
sailboats his unheated room

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whether to sit on the chair or bed tonight

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unlit lantern foot of his bed a sailors chest

asleep
awake adrift

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a wolf in yr dream winter comes

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darkness
this body suddenly permeable

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lonely fall
want to talk to those nuns

lamplight
dust on buddhas head

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plenty

midwest nursing homes to choose from

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one cold night yr lantern

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absurd
as winter grapes you eat them

dreaming
nature

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forgot to
put the pickaxe away

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carpenters square
lost at sea

straight-edge
hearing winter sparrows

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plaster-lath tongue-&-groove yes a raft

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bubble-level
were all adrift

tape-measure
yr snail shell

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out of nowhere thinks of building a boat

this fall night

you shim a cabinet level

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meditation
a boat the size of his body

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table-saw
a window on the ocean

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buddhist psychology
nautical terms

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seaworthy
splinter

grief
bilge

nutshell pram

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in fall
dream of that tree creatures asleep in its roots

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last nights dream

a small blue boat

fixed yr shack now build a boat

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autumn rain
3/8ths sheathing

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one 4x8

sheet 3/8ths his boat

nothing

in lifes water-tight

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one sheet paper one sheet plywood taking yr time

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building
a boat bound for there in any case

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sky blue chalk line

blue chalk line plucked that ancient sea

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fog
his circular saw keeps jamming

handsaw

really getting somewhere now

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sawed the wrong length & his little finger too

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measure
twice every time

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plywood
cells boats a cell

little fingers blood cells wet the plywood hull

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boat building

hands get nice & dirty

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all souls day

that tape measure disappears

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he sands his boat in the mist

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sand
paper to anti ci pate the far shore

seaworthy
caulked his fingers together

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six-foot boat
sit on yr knees or cross yr legs or just lie down

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mother gone you build yrself a pine-box boat

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wave-tossed

lifeboat in that sea of light

empty
gallon housepaint can full of sand boat anchor

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his six-foot boats a bonsai tree

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call yr boat
buddhas name

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mind
a small boat slipping away

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pol len grain at the end sixfoot boat

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mother an open deck the seas horizon rocking

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sit in yr boat
navels sea-level

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the prows a human meristem

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 no
no more roots youre at sea

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even a trees dead cells conduct water

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his boat
too being hollow

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the blue green

algae before you

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