A Boom of None’s Own
This selection of “Communist Couplets” takes part in a larger manuscript entitled “Notes Toward An Interfaith Installation,” which explores the evolving/incendiary borders between public and private lifestyles, commerce and nature, and seeks to perform a contemporary folk-lore’s razing and rebuilding. Some lines are sung and some don’t make it off the page.
The Couplets were composed on the 6 a.m. bus from Boulder to Denver. I wrote in the dark (and sometimes quiet) with the foothills on my right. I boiled down this reservoir, keeping what retained some punch. I condensed the free-written material into six-line poems, consisting of three couplets. “Communist Couplets” straddles personal and societal narratives while commenting on the art, sexual, and economic worlds.
- Thibault Raoult
[CUSTOM CAKE AND ROOFING]
What would it take for Docent to creak back at her guiro?
Rice: the technical term for wide-angle.
There’s a bourée in there somewhere.
The pressure to ELEVATE!
Signature sugar, signature drool.
Made the mistake of frying up last vestiges of savannah.
Now I have Skunk on the line—he wants to know what to bring.
I kept hearing bounce with me bounce with me and lost track of your storm.
Now my 2 p.m. insists on a Cape Verde wedding.
If they clean up river, fine, but we won’t be ushering
In any baby-blue Bach any time soon.
In Chi our invoices blur and stretch
-ers constitute our focus group.
Only if we ask allopatric.
If can’t be a daybed if it has teeth.
The sleet is exorbitant: it’s noodle day!
The grime is meditative: it’s time to align!
Spula, the clouds are rigged. And?
I’m a jay more days than not,
Tall enough to bleach—
Nod and warp.
Do you want me to void your imago legalese?
Come visit, see how tight I am with the colony!
Why doesn’t Kodak just make darts?
Also, is there a way we can skimp on remote control?
Can a vase have a bad attitude?
Is there a proven method to cultivating thuds?
No fair, no protective delta.
Deferential plasma, numb type: NEW PEN NEW ERA.