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Allison Nusbaum's first collection of poetry covers a variety of subjects, moods and styles.
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Rough Cuts
A Poetry Chapbook
By Allison Nusbaum
- Table of Contents – Process 2 Artists 3 Death 4-5 Surgical Wound 6-7 Glass 8-9 Love 10 The Giant 11 Sun and Moon 12
Process
Depression is a sour stone
You suck on
And spit out poetry
2
Artists
What is it with these artists? Dragged along by an unseen force To paint, to write, to play What do they see In the bottom of a heroin needle or in cutting off their ear? We see them not so much as humans As prophetical travelers From a world we cannot perceive Spewing madness And trying to reach us
3
Death
Death. No one is the same. Not even the mechanical conformity of the modern genocide Can conform a person’s being Each experience as individual as a fingerprint The same event and yet not the same The mass of translucent flesh and 100 billion brain cells Out and breathing for only a few hours Harsh muscle, young eyes Culture, biology and self at the cusp of permanent arrangement Forced into meaning at the end of a bayonet Half senseless beast blundering about Ended by the contact of a mechanical horse Didn’t have long anyway Ancient being, Too much life in him to hang on now, much longer It creases the skin, this wealth of living Any moment to take the full payment For the decadence that is life 4
Not human, not animal One of trillions, Picked And placed in the vase On the windowsill Quietly Withering away It is a whole, a half, an eighth a sixteenth rest In the music of life Which may yet have to hold on for a fermata Cruel music, no? 5
Surgical Wound
It sits there
The man’s leg
Like a cut of lamb
White, wet muscle
Never meant to see the light of day
The sterile talc professionals flit past the open wound
Full of Red
But not bleeding
Hours earlier
The surgeon took a knife
A heavy, sharp knife
Just below the man’s breastbone
And carefully, carefully cut into just the skin
Like your father would the Thanksgiving turkey
In a line halfway down his chest
A clever weighted device
Holds back the skin from closing back in
6
The man is no longer there
Long gone under 500 mg of amethocaine
His face still and peaceful
As gloved hands
Rearrange the delicate piping of his body
Like a game of Jenga
7
Is there anything more forbidden
Than breaking a glass thing?
To drop a vase, a cup
A glass bird
They live
Between air and solid
Between light and weight
They defy
Us lumbering
Mismatched
Sweating
Coughing
greying
crying
lined
Species
With our bare eyes
Ten knobbly fingers
And two legs
A strange creature, even to ourselves
Stranger still to the animal world
8
Glass
But glass
Lives in the perfection of our thoughts
And the elegance of nature
Pity the child who
Shatters the paperweight
Reaching into its sparkling depths
As you would the doctor
Cutting into the cadaver
Both seeking to know
The deepest truths
Of their existence
9
Love
Love,
Our unending, ceaseless project
The burden of our species
Remade every day
In this great breath that we call life
10
The Giant
I sleep between two mountains
As a hammock
I keep an elephant for a pet
Catch a cloud to wash my face
Dip my toes in lakes
And clean my feet with the tops of trees
Have to wade out into the ocean
For a swim
Careful not to knock the whales
Dry myself off in the desert
Pick a tree
For my elephant
Watch my footprints
Fill with rainwater
And the animals flock to them
Walk back up to my valley
And try to sleep
Despite the stars
11
Sun and Moon
No mere pinpricks in the sky
Or ephemeral, every changing forms
But a solid presence
To ground a species
12
The End
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