JESSE K BAER

Midevil

 

These:
Tabular sheets
Vis-a-vis
The sill deposits between

Igneous becoming
Streetlight enigma
Parergon scores

Making encounters
Finitude
Nave in yr architrave
Human destiny
Fumes

Inscribe ignition / bezeled yr face
In tourmaline - Cartilage

These gasoline rumors
Riddled the barn
The motel below
The waterline somehow still
Burning

-just-touching dawn
Roiling, eddy mica

Superheated
Yr sublimate? Pls stay
Aeolian rhapsodies

Telephone wires-to
The dead, eaten by
Trees - took yr thought

Past the guardrail
Remember? Riven when
rendered
Tender shapes, cordon horses
You figure-spine, y it figures
Not-mine

Storm clouds billow-seeping thru
The onslaught: rain
Symphonic & I’m
Timbrels

The secret of staying stow
Away: tending hills
Slur voice
This wharf you    Come-to

Neap tide
You cut water
the floodwrack : mine

Pin wheel : re birth

The WaterHole
after CA Conrad        

 

I. root drags color
from the blind mouth of thought, I don’t believe in
salvation, we were

almost on horses.

remember your names, from before
the green path, the whistle parts
shaving flesh from
fresh

finding jesus in the rainbow, he
slides   carrying dreams ossified
marl is the password rust
inside yr mouth

              leadened bodies
              sunk denoting the bottom
              of rivers

He cocks his pistol footslips
the stirrup horses break
free

throw down the rider
emerge enfaced
the sun              buries you

encumbered crossing
brooks

horses foam teeth
bared harmony: immense
above the current, undertows
falldown

               strangling & strangling, s/he is a horse thief story

earth torn        dress
yr body in rags & sift
particulate the losing
its sense, the river
frequencies drift, we’ll recover them
in another dimension

             the water hole the water hole broadcast
             yr voice into the water
             hole

aliens, come down

inventing rituals for the big
timing light shows
do you know how
dust you are

on the prairies I lose my mind

                            f i e l d s

shred yr hair, sending prisms to me

through the earth reverse
               alephs bridge building
               into music

a sonata yr star
body is crushed
constellated by
teeth

ridge mountains
husk grunt & bleed

I close my body around
the rondo in the rodeo
music freeing wild
horses

unleashed velocity, vectors
on earth we attenuate
twisting antennae, the body is
branches
make peace with
dirt, on earth
I set horses
free

from the circles, torque           release

II. blind minerals, electrons
float the circuits
returns but not
fields not horses not
fields

              I can’t / die again

shovel the ground
water shed sides
broken geometries
yr anatomy, eaten
by snakes

I leave the question
in ur mouth I will
break yr body in
to tree

Dusk Damasks Reverse / yr dusty sinews

 

I.
Yr spectral substance-stratified
Underground this
Forgetting

Wreath like shadows
Melded air—indeterminate
Embodiment
Changes branches, these tones honed
Human sand
To be, completely
Missing

Down the manholes
Culverts crushed
Slackening limbs be
Lichened

//Noiseschurning

Losing yr material substrates
Carbonized
Flickering when looking
Fr fires

Celestial harp
Stringdawn was waited in
For how long

Zoetrope the thought
That horses repeat
-never is ending
Quartz smokethat haunted
Safe house nights

II. Immiscible gaps
With incommensurable
Zeroes—the chorus-lining
Returns::sun bursts

Carnal hills
My predator, their asymptote
And holes hold
Time
You’ll be   an icesmelt
Tires cut/Slashout
The record

Of belts earth turns to
Fireflies, we pulp
The pyres iridizing
Rains bones

Tessellations god
Is seeking pass
Codes dams looking
For rivers
Too

Hyperborean to
pieces—

III. The auras coruscated
Chaotic fissures face

//The timber line//
Cocreating ghosts
The plainsending
Dislocated circuits

Marrow uninvited
Inveins & leaves
Errors accruing

IV. Ur: tableaux vivant
Etchants enchanted
Dissolve

Dewdrunk sun
Shinefelt likenesses
Changing channels
The floodzones:
Burning feeds
In My Heart

Following the exodus—

V. Scuts touch
Us? Scouts lingered in
The accounts
fr missing personhood

I never wanted one
Neithered—ourselves
Monuments we de
Face

VI. When the mason speaks:

Rolling blackout
The snowpacks The Longer it
takes, I’ll find you when
Else

VII. The horses uprooted

Fences

VIII. tumulus bound, sunkin
hypnocraft vs.
cadent, when pummeling
land/falls, antiquary
stars i wear
away / its hymn

IX. so plant dune
grasses feeding the wave
shapes in colloquy
incollosofate, sulfate
suffocate—volcanoes

alpines do you
remember

dusk/tapestries
the horizon knots

lacunar disks
occult the architecture
unmooring apsides

but not

X. fields

when the windmills loses its sense
of music—

i’ll burnout / my circuitface

Irreg. Timing ∞

 

The space inside my head is Lisa Robertson’s repetitive pavilion it planes off impossibly cut across the dimensions of my brain, which hurts. Obviously. There is a desiccation that begins taking apart the pieces of my brain into driedsanddunes. I try to write down words the words thunkdead my body is a volta and it runs out of blood / pressure / time. Empty pocket top of my head, ruddy cheeks distancing myself from dryeyesensation. Globs of blood that won’t move why WONT YOU MOVE? anxiously writing trauma for THERE ARE TROPES there are tends you must subscribe to there are injunctions there are rightways to heal notheal.
My body is successive hot flashes. the heat is flavored by dustgrime particles that makes the windows: fog. Present both and
Angry unwanted thoughts do I want to burn you with a cigarette nightmare stop touching skin you are tooclose to my exit strategy. tourniquet, tightening, the body is is the blood, why wont move? begin. catclysming. anything. to make blood move

SOLAR / PLEXUS ? RADIATION

hiccupy feeling :: itchy thought    triggers itselfwont stop.  cragging i catch notch onetime did you
rightthing, tremble. bow yr head, spplicant. do you want to
anything anywhere any at all

there is a bruisein / “my” brain

slipknot rodeo forest voice throat closes cigarette enjambment, heightening suspense:’s eitherside. ether, yr netting I ouch my thoughtpain, gravitating center crown something is fatty tissue folds around, breaking down the matter of memory. shunted. i mean DONE, stavedin/out forest fire diadem. brainpause, scatter liquidating memory tries to—defamiliarize one force voice wrong line breaks…

angrangry mfa wrong LINE BREAKS          —alonely time

is this really still bothering you?

bursting fuselage leaving yr body / behind

it’s never okay to

traction—trash compacted. head pummel stop speaking: here
head droop eye pummel,further, downwind
shrapnel patterns you can really tell something
went wrong: here

fallout obsequious pattern is ever
ything okay

Differeself frm flinch? not yet.

stronger voice overlapping
inosculating steeled, this voice
hurts its like
step on glass: one,two,three

dragging after, broken forest voice 

a fire tops         who he is
tops that           press down don’t why
wont blood move.

anyphantompain/chordhurt

is it real enough in there?!

yes. disaster services

crunchycrunchytime

gash-suturing

headache cant
stomach it
shelves

   rememory?

objects begin dis/appearing
to float

this is a direction.

whywhywhywhywhywhy
whywhywhywhywhywhy
whywhywhywhywhywhy

hahahahahahahHAHa

WHYWHYWHYWHY
WHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHYWHY

wont it             ending

did you—         MULTIPLE REDACTIONS
to yourself.

taking weight burdened i wish            id never           shown it
to anybody

but crumble then how will you know communicate
it is This feeling how will you
know unless    : external substantiate

allnight by myself
alone with words forest voice burns
catalyzing enigmas, aporetic voice
spins drilling :: inter side
me

internecine it didnt

wrk yet

demons live in flesh
rem-emb-ered
last layers before
time falls out   fires brandishing
a new tone try to
breakin, the bodies      hammerDISORDERed
spiral layers shelves, head pain
wrist ghost trace fingers twist through
much broken after-skin

timbrels—clashing.

                                                       OUSTED FROM TIME-IRREGULAR TIME
im deaded just a question everyone else is moving on im dead just a question everyone else is
isnt answering. now. isnt answering.

Jesse K Baer received their MFA from Brown University in 2017. They were born in GA and grew up beneath southern power plants. They have a poetry chapbook with Magic Helicopter Press (Holodeck One, 2017), a science fiction chapbook with Essay Press (At One End, 2020), and a full-length with Apocalypse Party (Midwestern Infinity Doctrine, 2021). They have been included in journals such as Prelude, Pinwheel, Bathhouse, Baest, The Tiny, and Bone Bouquet. They love horses.