Kennedy, Dennis

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AmaranthusVolume 1971 | Issue 3 Article 42-18-2013Underway with SteamDennis KennedyGrand Valley State UniversityFollow this and additional works at: http://scholarworks.gvsu.edu/amaranthusThis Article is brought to you for free and open access by ScholarWorks@GVSU. It has been accepted for inclusion in Amaranthus by an authorizedadministrator of ScholarWorks@GVSU. For more information, please contact scholarworks@gvsu.edu.Recommended CitationKennedy, Dennis (2013) "Underway with Steam," Amaranthus: Vol. 1971: Iss. 3, Article 4.Available at: http://scholarworks.gvsu.edu/amaranthus/vol1971/iss3/4--, Underway With Steam 1. Though the tongue laughs machine in us won't never last. Blueprint and draft lost in ash lines cast off from land yet machine clicks rarely late, heart a function of blood flow mind a neural tangle: straighten it if you can or as my captain said, the lowest of goods in the lowest hold straight is the angle of ships shaft, its music divested of emotive matter snow on steel yardarms,>0,. wherein true fancy lies]r:: put these characters in shaper:: the job of the captain ~ scissors and glue, lots of glue machine the only game4n o- and Bucky is convinced of survivalr:: because the universe is limitedr:: G) and man the shortest distance C II. Covey of redwinged blackbirds 75 or hundred at evening machine in two over wheatfield broken by fossil-fueled explosive motion. The road breaks in two the wheatfield a line of direction controlled by forgotten expedients like the cathedrals of europe or the dance of seed-splitting blackbirds Grey Day Grey doesn't become you, day. Unzip your clouds and prove to me The sun hasn't bumped against a spiney star And burst like a balloon, Its fire soaked up by spongy stratosphere. Blow your cold, rain-white wind away. Wring out the air and trees, And carefully collect your mud puddles. Packed together in a ball They're enough to make a river, Or a sea. Hang your moth-eaten fog on a falling star And let me walk in your warmth And smile at breezes tumbling among the sunshine. Make me forget how ugly you are, Dressed in grey. by Shirley Aslakson The tongue waves goodby machine dependent on machine. I A teaspoon of sand in the reduction gear a noise bigger than motion~ and no roadsigns at sea4 j 5 III 

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