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ROBERT BALUN

 

 

ATMOSPHERE (LOW COUNTRY)

 

I keep thinking I
see my friends

wandering

in the uncanny
everything

in the snuff of stale sweat and piss

in the heavy heat

in the hyper ruin

in the land of magical bullshit

secret kings and client states

dust
sun

white noise

silence 

            pacing 

the mythology

the time

gathered up and arranged here

 

 
 

SKELETON CREW

 

the weight of the body

listing

*

in the privatization of stress 

*

flood my mouth and blood

with mutagen 

*

in the twelve thousand year present

in the eyeball grind

in the weird rain

*

the truck routes
the flight paths

*

I want to keep

fewer microphones
amplifiers
in the house

all these

voices
flooding
the rooms

these histories

context

meshed

we will find us in the heavy
distorted

the fragment people

*

bundle our heat

we will be ours

 

 

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Robert Balun is an adjunct at The City College of New York, where he teaches creative writing and composition. His poems have recently appeared in TAGVVERK, Tammy, Prelude, Barrow Street, Poor Claudia, Apogee, Cosmonauts Avenue, and others. He is the Coordinator of the Digital Chapbook Series for The Operating System.