PLINTH

PLINTH

Black Theatre +
( Kiln )

Matthew Johnstone

Black Theatre

In this, narrow /, leans
through,          Ovens / you, by
where the mists by kiln,

grew to me chocked binary,
hole under some other

first hole
only first shown,
compressions, loosening
referent,

your casting is where the shade
picture works / black theatre,

Carcass
become,
surface, because
the sun got out / the houses the
estuary carbonated,
animals with the soda drinks, malted
heckle shawls

Manacle the apparitions
of its particulars, shape vacant

Dear, etymologies,
drawl, disruptions, you are my

harem, you understand

Why carry the oar, bitten apart

collections, saw moat, final elsewhere, parts whale

tongue, shale, What years now, at the

waters rusts blueing,

Got new fought, or further set, Engines,
under bayous,

A separation
of these

veins, No,

Fists the shapes
in the mouth,          drink rings
off police hands

I am out to scrape the web / again

there is nothing is done away from
this type of near erasure
invisible going down where sky
repeats

nothing repeated crowd movements, on
the       person.

> > >

( Kiln )

( Kiln’s preface )

( coordinate, from ), ( station, wound )

( strobe, opposite what ), ( projection, surfaces ), ( figment, choired about )

( Kiln's preface )

When

one pulls  
up against a place of
sketches the

types of wholes
leaping

the
room is dark until
the room is light

enough to realize the room

formed emerging disland,
near you

the circuitous,

kelps of bone, &

collapse

together

/

We disinherited
through

knows what is most

knows what it is
place of sketches

that animals

form

business

of surfaces,

off
stray
fever

shapes,
continuous on,

& irreverent

/

These are face
closed on
to fronts of me,

insists

a land is single,

lit, & percussed

when

thing

disconnects from itself,

corsets

of, visage

were

they made

echo then,

your vacancy

address

/

Between
the gnat-moths

you
or I move rusts
to

specific object,

houses close onto
white

boards to shell

us unison, black

theatre

of

beardlice
bit

away the beard

the face

to

ice-holes

/

I can

have

this ledger

of some

things,

days taking

soundings, where  

still the aspect

misses,

deserted

of, frame

to

have

the functions

of one upon

you

to know is it never buried

outside

periphery

what

to let

the drunk

land,

&

close me

/

Muzzles

to you

type of

plant the body

is

kiln where you are

fever

to

strobes of gull

let us do it

how else

origin, filled

the hollow

in

series

that cannot

&, only

series

/

Gone

the nameplace,

compression

without

render

occupant

be

dismantled off

namespace,

beach ratified

vague

to packing, &

volumed,

this for

sight

spreading

our poor objects, &

continuous decades

( coordinate, from )

Like this land is this vast chopped land, loose
the dissolving
weathers formed emerge plates turn bone, front, the head is
a smell in the face, animal
thin, is, continuous, is, lit the foreign object, its convincing
echo material, is its own percussive sketch, area
insists, area, usher, process disland.

Follows surface, aye, and subsequent and closed to mesas
inside, survey
piercing that expanse that eager globed compression in its opening,
omission, there, rooms of, tomb sear, closes, onto
event, an entire
strobes, to
collapse people beneath a rain, sound of houses, they
bordering in, whose holes through do our windows they.

Disinherited through, physical means, again, you are
minuscule we single
continuity, skin that to usurp weather in
these events, unisonous,
rows across the arm wrists, these onto my name, nothing is
unprovoked, white
closes the dry white, houses must be insufficient, fixated through,
desert knows what is most
knows what it is place of sketches.

( station, wound )

Swallows everything, namespace collapse, other country
metal wet, to know in
smoked weather possesses onto the bodies, prisms, zags
perpetual cinders doming flaked sky,
differences you, when limes grow, horizontal is, body
differences further beneath its parts. I am your plant. Does
enough low remnant on horizon you, intelligent metal
shine they got up cliffs for, stares
field of rattlesnake shell, a
land is single. Kiln where you are, remains unmangled,
occurs and thinks it means pressing dim into color,
atrocities what
ease then hold, absolute, still,
sun that what is
no breathing, few small continuous decades.

/

A line does not change, stripped out net for the grate,
there is no country shape fahrenheit,
that hollows for, shell, in the wound, is, irrational,
witnesses color moved by another color, lives like place
is,
that heat beaded the accent off, this opposites, we are poor
objects names out front.
Some clipped by certain pay cloud kept their line for
and to begin others, that years before
were a series of disorientations, my father is hint for years,
deafening, putting iron down the land mapper, that
without considering drunks in the hot ocean.

That a seductive light appears
to feature one appears to.

Hours form an intentional place, which an expansive keeping
takes, the arrangement each made each the killer of veins.
Once fine through but through fragmentary, them
converge onto augment, branded, wet callus, stay I noise.
Movement is necessarily described as folds
are, the profanity unmuted, peels atop everything, is kiln,
that there is a wound does not move.

( strobe, opposite what )

When we money      the

cacti upright

since undying, &,

cannot occur

or does not figment

atop, you / is no

opposition /

Omits you crowd

movements on the person.

Indifferent / strobing

out be where you can

/

Owning

miraged

husk, & swallowing

apparitions, to

synonym, estuaries

carbonating /

malted

heckle shawls.

Places avoid strong events
they

vulture on

hollow

void phrases /

separate

that we start

faces, across from,

& during

opposites
tuned /

through

surfaces,

all capacity on you

your parts, breathe / flash, & ajar

chew,           along a

semiland,

asphaltic /

bogs

/

Empty but is / of collapses, so kiln

is, of,

contains

its own, / series

fingertips, evictions, of glare
is it

shook between        figment, &

multiples,

oilskin

/

Monthsbent
everyone chipped

scalds

off a van,

out

in the repeating

mar / I stay noise

rustbent,

whose bones

fixated through floods body

onto me,

occurred

deaf, & manacles

when

loud forms

quiet. And / you the event

loosens

onto it

/

Placeway, curse echo curse, & vein

out to, rusts, heat

islands

vague / strobe,

to have /

its functions upon you.

Becomes, it

law, & shapes inside days

You are sure you

are starting landscapes

is unwater,

is your own echo

smears

its mouth, even / unison

is place we

place opposites

( projection, surfaces )

Lets nothing touch,

hollows, were
vast
ends / itself

void

diurnal

or vast upon you

not /

much

reacts,
earth / not

become

your

open mirage

knelt

to

the water / in

the mirrors

In    rows /              at the     ends
of place /

why /

the bodies

lose their walk,

same

things

come at you

samely /
salt,

halves / horizon to

shot glass

Physical

drag

Our shapes inside

direction

that to more

itself / to

eat off sill, church

where

unfolds

you

kiln

(law)

becomes is

its shape           inside

the days,       possible, off you

( figment, choired about )

When

signs languages

misinterpret

the aquaplanes

figment.

Much of how / roars

the /         repeating

landscape

uncollisional / etymologies

tearing

solar, &, so

shapes

eat over the land.

/

Whose vast /

is less strange

less the event is vague

place is names event / gone

where

region, &,

coffin handles /

burst place

gnawed.

Where you sing you barrage in

planewreck

your

apparatus /         pounds air,

is settling mirages

of them / to have

them

upon you

/

Wrapped you empty quarter.

Forward, &, sun,

nothing / between

it

loosening us

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MATTHEW JOHNSTONE is the author of Let's be close Rope to mast you, Old light (Blue & Yellow Dog, 2010), o n e (Inpatient Press, 2015), and Note on Tundra (DoubleCross Press, forthcoming). He co-edits 'Pider (pidermag.com) and hosts the E t A l. poetry readings, both of Nashville, Tennessee.