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2004
Dan Raphael
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Dan
raphael lives in Portland, & performs his work
throughout Oregon & Washington, usually barefoot.
Of his 15 books, the most recent are When a Flying City Falls (nine
muses books), Showing Light a Good Time (jazz police books), and Among
My Eyes (xstream.xpressed.org).
Some current poems appear in Urvox, Shattered Wig, Pemmican, xstream
and Raven Chronicles. He’d like to come and read in your town.
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dan
raphael, poet, poetry, portland, oregon, washington. NRG, bowling
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Cigarettes
are money. Cigarettes are history
When
all we had to write on was rolling papers
all we had to smoke in was rolling papers
& we had to smoke, had to befuzzle the light with airborne oils mixed with
what our bodies wouldn’t let in, what our bodies decided they were tired
of & threw away.
only so many matches, tithing me with caustic accumulation
tiny silver wires thickening the soil until it thinks its concrete
too solid for any one or thing to pass through, only smoke so rich or stupefied
it sees the sun at the center of the earth and wants to grow there, wants to
obscure its light,
scramble the gravitic transmissions
i
cant go outside to check the sidewalks for unburnt ends
booby trapped with dried secrets, secrets we keep from ourselves
truths that can only be uttered exhaling a mouthful of smoke
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