THE LESSER SYSTEMS
On this day when the clocks follow the concentric tempo of a top and the verb to be has worn off its costume so the tongue can pick a place among pictures, touch the unsung repose of shut it’s like the spring is one powder keg of pretty and all the math that felt unnatural adds up to up So stay with me and stir paint for definitions give red to melancholy for all I care for all I am is care lost in a cornfield where it seeks accord, as love is as much about a person as the atmosphere they create around your coordinates the admissions parlor the family tree where dinner is religion No one ever asks about figments of reality but they’re there confetti and metaphysics make a fine pair, as do lemon and ocean, progress, nocturne plus other approximate pronouns such as you and I and the only chronological constants worth a dance the two-step we ones call on and on
Andrew Seguin is a poet and photographer. He is the author of Black Anecdote, a chapbook that was selected by Rosanna Warren as a winner of the Poetry Society of America’s New York Chapbook Fellowship. His poems have appeared widely in literary magazines, including in Boston Review, Denver Quarterly, Gulf Coast, horse less review, LIT and Map Literary, and he has contributed work to the New York Botanical Garden’s Literary Audio Tour. His most recent photographic work, The Whale in the Margin, a series of cyanotypes inspired by Moby-Dick, has appeared in galleries in Pittsfield, Massachusetts; Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; New York City; and Lexington, Virginia.