Matt Turner’s ‘Marriage’

from WAVE 9: COLLAGES

speech
I am told

by others

*

the name of
life
belief in
a name

*

you old cock

*

the day

the past

amplifying
the fashion
the sort of rueful
smile

not to say

*

hoisting

the boy
at noon, in
the city, up

the time for any
going of
may, remember at
if found it
is aid

a picture
why may come

*

in a
muscle

a plain
slow

a lighter
than any of us
love

*

is more
how to

eh, the fool
a, a bit
luxe, luxuriant
age as an
age

chrome sky
behind reception
flanked
by the damned

lifts up to
straightened and

gives you
the wrong way to go
who begins using
your
name, the
adopted

a cold little
in these hands

actresses
that name

an enormity of
crap. Made

bold
heavy-muscled

a bull in pen
thin corners
flash out
a voice

deadly, cool
stories
of conciliation

the ball, carelessly or
with skill or grace
flings the ball away
shouts:

compare
the decay
of the cygne, tian’e

*

to whom
in loneliness
those who
in trust
return

*

power: maybe something else, and

*

comedy
in a comedy
to say

the gods will not
jibe
have a little fun, earth
heaped on us

both

vowing together
to slog

*

by a servant
housed

by sleep
fathered

by love
positioned

nonvirginal

*

the being
for storing
this

other future

*

undyed
blankets, hot wool
list of reef, star, swine

but again you are, in all things, once
a guest, please

*

excellent
adultery
of, drift out, common speech

less party if

it could
be

a blue-black
clash of
pricks

an old
habit

rocky coast to remain

wind an