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rob mclennan four poems, from “voice-over” * one perception must follow immediately and directly on a further perception – Robert Creeley correspondence raging out of control, postcards & thank-you notes slide thru the slot. how does freedom explain the frame? how do firearms & flame-throwers really differ? its one thing to hear the talking doll swear like a drunken sailor. gratuities out of teddy ruxpin. dont be putting words in my mouth. popcorn wedged between my teeth from last nights flick, a shakespeare for today. where hamlet wears after-shave; endorses sportscars. * I want now to write about beauty and the eternal reward – Julia Steele two girls down the stretch of street, same shoes, thick platform, same hat, & clothes. i have nothing to say to you now. to say now. between letters, le s, open a discourse into another headgear. emotion betrays everything. tears on the heartfelt pillow. takes her comfort there. * it is not a failing to leave the word for luck out of recipe – Karen Houle, Ballast the coffee stain becomes warm. leave out the words for snow, hail. the left hand cannot be left. ever compared to the right hand, others. or to have a hand in all of this. once fell in love w/ a plumber. her hands were rough, could break a boy like me in two. * Well, who remembers a small purple and yellow bruise long? – Al Purdy, The Collected Poems not every collect is a collection not all select tearing bits away the side