Preferred Customer Lines
I dream into a vector en route a transparency
feigned to defer pain to the realm of animal
this is the trick of the language machine
consecrating the tree the water
pan American in any case
should the rainbow section them off too
not even the questionables would ebb
me a rare moment calls to
to nest the odds
preferred customer
will you wander with me?
I tend to animating flashimators
real world complicity I don’t get
mineral composition of will
all stone pishi kaka
a nobler tone of whether
secretingly seamless
secretively
in that mother is telling me how they all left for coffee
when father was about to fire up his decibels
my misery is in forgetting he willed it
in forgetting the future is
what lack produces
a relationship with trust or faith
noble composition
my misery stationary
while she visits (we talk till morning
then she leaves and I am divorcing
moving etc etc) then she’s back
but stays at grandma’s
the sum of whites between lines
a life or that which can be whatever
cranked up or down for legato
doubted vowel behind icons
secreting composition
will from code creates then
once-upon-a-how
come
Akh Tamar Tamar!
humbled and promiscuous within
a living room and the Silk Road
I give up the transparency
the oracle I’ve consulted
elsewhere & temporary
Akhtamar
secretly enthused flashimator
tweening flower
nymphed by and where twigs yearn for leaves
a cavity burns on this side of desire
monastic and mineral
the word’s means into consciousness
the geriatric fashionable virtual
more genus than species
daughtered eyes and a wooden leg
multicolor and inlaid
burning cicada
an adult will soon lay its eggs
a few bends then beware
the corrosive confirm
underground
removed from eyes that perceived loss
to will intent by how lack holds
order of lines across a sonata
someone will want me then
forestalled as natural flash
mother’s and father’s
I live and long for
protrusions
the return is hardware
there at the instant
Akhtamar postponed composition
suddenly quills arching tweens
an eye for tomorrow instructs
some mountain pass too
very tired from long ago
look away and closely
I come sure-footed
guaranteed but short of
a minor person’s alibi
flashing light
Babylonian male
how up there you left me
thinking I would pick up speed
the disguise of an under-math
street and destiny humbled
feathers are weeping for posters
the dead and the other in my stomach
aced of club acting out the club
as the wheel of narrative turns
why didn’t you
animate justice
a sky framed flower orchestral in monotype
what to do with the clubbed decibels
what to do with Tashmit’s hair
Gula Gula please
exorcise yourself
rising and falling the detour spreads
as when memory narrates
in and out of line father
dispossessing son
mother
or was that all about the mud on our feet
leaving all behind except for lines
having had to cross Euphrates
lines for the Chaldean female
pushing for direction
Oannes for wisdom
for how come
Ea for luck
here’s Tamar and map to the altar we call heart
choked over the hiss a God has uttered
looking further into a nobler law
first person plural-dot-how
the motherland jilt
a song of never
Akh Tamar Tamar
neither Phoenician nor Turk
preferred customer damar
between power points
justice willed away
protrusion
the mantle extravaganza has a lid for
for eyes bulleted for love
the song that labels all
sacrificed versus dead
myth/system/trap
the fear of resolve
spit and chatter.
Traffic
After such landscape has colored desire
the body embers in the small of a forest
someone is finally merciful
remembering
words are not enough
stars are not enough
light reminds me
cursive over my parts
mimetic verbs wed
flowered gods
sweetheart whimsy
hint at my favorite parts or meet me there
the right elegy nails shut
a divination’s alibi
the rain has begun to pretend
panels of spread flesh
theory and inability
moments
give them a proper name
grid collecting cloud
things about
Narcissus bites for a theme
that’s emeth backwards
I have no pose in
aleph erased
good and bad embers in the small of the forest
soul on the solid wall across
breathing roots into meth
I have some
sharp as ever green
it’s hard to believe
the donor was grand-fathered
candelabrum out of order
pointed at carnelian
the wasteland
twig by twig
fuming
doubt pales induction
certain things spell betrayal
the heart behaves then
mind a bloody thing
dammed up
Southern borders are crumbling
knots of suppose and between
life and non-life crossings
throat outside the oeuvres
all I’ve held so far
sedations
to seek to have seems unplugged
returns of the very same
sun-stripped thought
flashing away the blue notes
where light stretches mercy
bottoms out
seeking
thing somehow absurdly
world
collared bough thing
grass is redeemed then
shell blue embers
prowess tilted
cultural
meanwhile and because of the charge
a precious heart meets your shape
an eye away by the kitchen stove
the heat brightens the blue
wished for
loss calls
half a dally away
someone scarcer than me is missing
lesser and lesser in the hallway
we repair the grid and pleats
carnelian and bird. 
Arpine Konyalian Grenier’s poetry has appeared in numerous publications including several anthologies. Her latest volume is The Concession Stand: Exaptation at the Margins (Otoliths, 2011). She lives in Tucson, Arizona.
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