2 Poems
Featuring “means of dispersal” and “false abundance” by Rosie Stockton
Rosie Stockton
means of dispersal
parked in the velocity of possible
a blockaded we
gets me going, splash
scaled up
like gravity, a humid force
crawling beyond
the consequence
of redistro’d masses
curving out a new space
time, not owning my own
yell, I whisper many smashed
mantras opening to love
inefficien-
cy
downtown tonight
i latch onto our
geodesic deviation, rounding
spring + first for the second time
there i trashed my poem, made up
my own constraints
to disobey
right in the here & now
i sign up for this touchability
training, becoming
all at once un
touchable & so explodable
i hear heartfury no
archy could account for
a brutality in the breeze’s
order, facing a redacted lurch
while a ballistic comms
thread names me
cryptolegible to myself
a transcendental
anybody, adminning the pooling
salt, so when we turn
our heads, we turn
them together, knowing
that’s not self
policing, that’s auto
chory, a sonic splinter,
a temperate and pappus coming
apart
false abundance
gassed up, coalesced
my clingy neurons
feelingly over
burdened, scan the
official errata & let me know
how come in the big scheme
of things, i came
to watch the perennial
artichoke plant snap fast &
purple under its own weight
there, against all my upended will
i became an echo waiting
to be let in the aftermath
of attachment
like a limp
margin enclosure tactics fry
my commons-
ense, heighten my
submerged decay
fist gusty, i dip
all ways to choke out
my inner acclaim, fill
my mood with daily filth
get beggy and meditative
unhanded pleasure trust
let loose
all discordant drives
& as my longing list approaches
this impending maturation
i’m like tear it up reality
loot my lay
of the land
gather my ways of loving
what lets go of me
too soon