FIVE FROM THE CONCESSION STAND
Utopia or/ memory = recall + oblivescene + reminescene
food does not necessarily follow
willing to leave and stay away
above or below dreams
the eyes burn there
seam erasing itself
an alpha night
a pipeline
for tribe
skirting maybe
disinherited
I have always been a card carrying member
when I got married I made my wife a card carrying member
when I had my boys I made them card carrying members
I don’t know what happened to you when you were fed
who holds power dictates
I am willing to receive
complex and fluid nationalities dictate
moors of lingering and you
bared vortex in it
morning and squirrels without
history (verbatim) love
does not necessarily follow
tous les savoirs du monde
I knew (peace) then had
to know in other ways
other and other
pipeline
never having had the actual virtual or ontic
one would not necessarily suppress
repress amnesia
try the limen for size
retro or pro inhibi-
tion of what?
but what?
who is producer of the work?
my habits of digression are set
opacity embraces less ness
I have no time for rhyme
I am willing to receive
margin & center warp
theory/poetry
foreign to me
a door
how good is that which
tongue political?
war does not necessarily follow a pipeline
forgetting what’s remembered
theory/ self/ private
recall/ review
the institutional sublime
wave returning itself
prayer galaxy
ground away
vacant
revised
to explain obviously and personally the crooked access to gill
transparency unearthed like the sun at midday
opaque to penetration because of discourse
I am
a place of limitations
remembering recovery
the similarity of the new
questioning itself
stimuli interfere
are they available or accessible
whose text is that at the doorway
taken away before given out
flower? passer-by? chain??
doodle-dee-doo-dum river
entrusted with a story
Astarte, Astarte
here to be sealed into flat filed cylinders
a set of love numbers offers loss to
someone more powerless more the questioned
the other always a Goliath loss still contains
some thousand churches or dug up baths
bulleted where they breathe from still
sinking deeper into superlatives
less powerless more the questioned
as for the historical
the boulevard is lined up with golden wives of Loh
do they matter or is that just historical
making easier on him someone said
built against (for) the ages
in which time is a place
is space
Aya hides without
the emperor's horse to the tether
coitus medicini causae
coitus miseri cordiae
lost arts
then surfaces decaying a has been
as the body self substrates
coitus mortis
what time is it?
the body without self shining the night
body as object sated centuries of owners
sad in the eyes where all things are sealed
matter of sunlight
survival
the weight and care of an arrow
sung light
the fate of sunlight one cannot share
or will or discuss
to let it be justified as it justifies
resurrected behind an altar
burning the dwelling
the end is context
craving itself
where it hits
sanctified
need
appropriation kills otherwise
all yet to be atom and photon
still I germinate to Canaan
ancillary to auxiliary
for lack there of
Aya turned
Lakshmi
all those who came and went
what could they have been?
the down down I am wired to
tending to love against light
a push past strike
past war
and in doing so a mother tongue unveils
deferring
the sun goes down again
the sacred as now for spring
anterior to anterior burning
flat pools on colorless inclines
another alley turned diversion
a wall for the sound corridor
Luminosity hit
the moon was so bright with the multitudinous say
I could not unscramble the uber alles
matter here is your puzzle
gravity gives
excuses
monuments to other such
afterthought in love in peace
graced and willed
Amorzel’s Oroiel’s Daveithai’s Eeleth’s
only fiction wills away
motherboard based mass
luminosity pastoral
outer layers meaning lesser
fainter as in longer
much longer
Cassandra needs
lighter light
longer hours
stories that do not apply
truth before else
40% of children qualify for medical assistance but most don’t know it
unless parents pursue this benefit the next generation will drive down
the nation's productivity
mass then particle or wave
insurance abject
will fly
fly
About the familial
you’re mine
wires on behalf of me
formations
sinew free
all about
song-like waves
about tribes
feeling the turf
I have always been
unsealed
message
techno fresh inside
outside blooms
bloomlets
here is one
market size crowd
less ritual
blooming
careful the wire
no the wood
Somehow still
love technoes one way silly
image on all levels
yeahso matter
I’ll deny
Persephone spaces then
yours and mine
for pomegranate
clusters
how germ evitable
I will you then again
never a site between us
language
still a train sexy as ever
against our exhaustible tricks
resulting resulting
incidental
wish or sign for country
we must love not
willingly shifting
protect
sanctions aside
the virtual %
imagined
real silly 
Arpine Konyalian Grenier’s work has been described as a mosaic of narrative that takes us out of our provincial concentration on American life to encompass broader social and geopolitical issues with a decidedly urban and postmodern sensibility. Her poetry and translations have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. A former scientist, musician, and financial analyst, and author of several collections of poetry, Grenier presently lives in Tucson, Arizona.
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