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Chris Martin

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Chris Martin

Chris Martin is the author of Becoming Weather (Coffee House Press, 2011). He will be a Visiting Assistant Professor at Carleton College next year and lives in Minneapolis, Minnesota. 

by this poet

                    I was out interviewing clouds         amassing
                    the notes of a sky pornographer    while patches

                                             of the city subnormalized
by fear of fear            like a reef bleaching closed

                    I took to the streets
for Ben Estes
So taste
as day
rearranges the red
and orange flowers
from tongue to tongue
like losing the cymbal's 
clang for all its glints
we crept behind the moon
which always insists on sleeping over 
barely a belly for a mouth
an hour past the movie
we were still filming 

Among many tongues may clang
the bell of ten thousand names.
A clepsydra with veins of blood.
A caravel on a tide of bloodletting
is also our necessary clock, so
the he who is I at the
time lets out my elephantine toll.
Vein of granite, vein of quartz.
Piezoelectric hum