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POEM EXCLUDING MODERN TECHNOLOGY
You fill the pool with cough syrup,
and the hot tub with a thousand
hollowed-out cicada shells.
A man becomes the state bird
in the riflescope of a child,
and the trees, the trees remember
themselves as seedlings.
A teenager mistakes his shadow
for an old friend. Together they
think the unthinkable.
You climb a tree
and grow your hair shoulder length.
We are almost too young.
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Poem Excluding Politics
00:47
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Everyone we know with brown hair
blonde hair black hair and strawberries
in their mouths on the floor of a silent
house in the suburbs. Everyone we
know with a goatee a mohawk a head
shaved as a symbol of surrender.
Life is what it feels like when you say,
it was good to see you again.
With shifting weather patterns, and
children constantly gravitating toward
the monkey bars to start another
subculture. The sky moves over them
like a bodyguard in a low budget film.
Everyone we know gives us a look
that says, I'll tell you later.
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3. |
Poem Excluding Taxes
00:48
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POEM EXCLUDING TAXES
On this day in history
the moon died of natural causes.
Astronauts were unavailable
for comment. Though there
was an eerie white silence
in all the rabbit-shaped clouds.
To comfort you, I read a bedtime
story where everything
died of natural causes.
It began: On this day in history
the moon died of natural causes,
though we still dreamed it was full.
You shrunk beneath the sheets
with the most German of smiles.
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Poem Excluding Future
00:48
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POEM EXCLUDING FUTURE
Now the snow is black and we feel
dirty in its presence. Cigarette butts
blow across the wet pavement like
children leaving school during a bomb
threat. There’s a good chance we have
no chance is what your thoughts are
during your daily commute to the
office. Roads break apart as variations
of sadness. And now the sky is all
truffles and shoe polish. It rehearses
the end over a cemetery full of
children trapped in moonlight.
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Poem Excluding City
00:50
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POEM EXCLUDING CITY
The sky was a concussion of clouds
and notorious for dropping everything
at a moment’s notice. And the fog,
how it removed everything and then it didn’t.
People gathered in the distance and made history
until it hurt. They devoured field after field
with bad ideas and took pride in the
groomed ruins. It was never a photo
opportunity. The mood when the forest
met the asphalt: Too little, too late.
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Noah Falck Buffalo, New York
Noah Falck is the author of EXCLUSIONS and SNOWMEN LOSING WEIGHT as well as several chapbooks including YOU ARE IN NEARLY EVERY FUTURE.
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