Jared Stanley
Five Octaves
The outrageous pretense at the center of your quivering, substantial privacy
I think of it and feel free, something empty fills with warm water.
Somebody spews needy chaos all over the carpet in a hall of fame’s lobby
but all that disappears behind a glistening sheet of plastic
when I train my eye on the center of your diaphanous notions.
My man, you say, let’s eat something off the ground, let’s take the poison path
we’ll let everybody know we carry answers to certain secrets.
There once there was an ocean, we said. A couple children looked at us.
everybody but __________ knows what I mean
the moralizing pierce of the sun on the tip of my house
the look on the face of my hero’s daughter
your peace on the edge of my nostril
A CLEAR SUBSTANCE OOZED FROM THE BUMP
goo with eyeballs going on about Ram Dass
an ill wind glitter-fucked with starlings
an oldness to this stretch of day
This one makes no sense in the future
which is Thursday; go eat a hamburger
hunt flies with a lighter
keep your eyes on the road, dude
scratch the implant they put in your neck
come, pull down thy mask, my camouflaged neighbor
go ask the distant bull-shaped cloud, phased with meaning
why thy gun droops in the street
January 6, 2021
This summer touches my face oddly.
The hot gore of its afternoons
dries the blood to a powder. It’s not so wild:
every age finds an intricate suffering,
this one has thirst and particles in summer.
Some half-remembered folk melody cries out
for gallon jugs of green river wine:
tastes like grass, fucks you up, cold on the tongue
Why even talk about the sea’s death
fool’s gold and pollen shimmer in the wave
the river squeezed out of a mountain
came to rest under this smoky fuck-all.
Let’s split the roof of heaven to the very star
say something reasonable that you can agree with!
squirt my dream, some money, on an echo, sea-warped
and wooden, an accurate portrait of somebody you used to know
Jared Stanley is the author, most recently, of EARS (Nightboat Books,
2017) and Shall (Black Rock Press, 2019). Recent poems have appeared
in Bennington Review, Couplet, and Oversound, and new artwork includes
Cloud Flag Warning (Other Places Art Fair, San Pedro), La Jolla Reading
Room (with Matthew Hebert, Athenaeum Music & Art Library, La Jolla), and
A Lip Smack, Laughter, Paper Rustles (with Sameer Farooq, Woodberry
Poetry Room, Cambridge). He lives in Reno, Nevada, and teaches at the
University of Nevada, Reno.