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memo for labor by Ryan Eckes

Ryan Eckes, memo for labor

Ryan Eckes | chase scenes

“we’re in a classroom, which is a store. the professor tells us the true write must destroy his own ego. do not tell stories, he says, unless they are someone else’s. do not say i. i look at the clock and the clock’s the wind, it says one tongue per king, and that pulls on me like a sad movie. i just watched five easy pieces, what a bummer. what a bummer he left her and life up in the air like a dead piano. i’m sick of the road as the end as if no gas station rots forever round the bend. one tongue per king, the poem becomes its own thing. not america, not this professor pulling maps down over the board, pretending to stand outside. he’s the enemy, which is at least tens of thousands of people. i’m not looking for the enemy. we look at each other and pass notes. call on me, call on me. let’s see what happens.”

BLACKOUT ((poetry&politics))

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you can lick your bowl clean for no credit you can pledge allegiance to the floor

from “for what we will” by Ryan Eckes

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Welcome in the new year with six fantastic new poems by January featured poet, Ryan Eckes! www.ADozenNothing.com

BRIDGES

“the fire is central” -diane di prima

you can’t burn a bridge that never existed

bite into the orange, it’s yours

a stack of suns unpaid for

a queue of light

trains are running ten minutes behind due to operator unavailability

here we are, late to paradise again

a strike was authorized and leaders cozied up to the boss

a strike was authorized and they said just kidding, no hard feelings

if you stay in one place too long, you remember everything you’re not supposed to

a capitalist gets clipped by an amazon truck, squirrels scatter like broken bottles

a stop sign lies on the pavement, no hard feelings

fingers pointed in all directions, no hard feelings

justice is sudden and kaleidoscopic

laughter out a car, the spring, sprung, springs—

polysemous red sneakers leak free beauty

pouring thru the doors and out the turnstiles

the failures of the bosses melt off our shoulders

no hard feelings

where two rivers meet, all careers disappear

a skeleton full of rain cuts a hole thru a door

they try to seal off the city with hierarchy

but they’ve run out of careers

love burns thru the line

the draino of time chokes on itself

each split second of organizing the cities

splits into a forest of memory

spreading a thousandfold

a stack of suns unpaid for

widening the sky

a frame is just a frame

you can smash it to pieces

love burns thru the line

the world grinds open

like a fruit

the trains fly thru

but not for commerce

what are they for

what is anything for

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the flu—

Ryan Eckes

affluent: having an abundance of goods or riches

effluent: liquid waste or sewage discharged into a river or the sea

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Ryan Eckes, Prolit Mag, Issue 7

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5. Hey Jeff, any poets you think should be household names in poetry households?

Donna Stonecipher. Douglas Kearney. Ryan Eckes. Dao Strom. Gina Myers. Harmony Holiday. Although I guess it depends on the household, eh? How might household be defined? All of the aforementioned writers are household for me. What are poetry households?