{"id":215,"date":"2011-05-19T10:16:02","date_gmt":"2011-05-19T10:16:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mtls.ca\/issue9\/?page_id=215"},"modified":"2011-09-27T06:51:42","modified_gmt":"2011-09-27T06:51:42","slug":"uche-nduka","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.mtls.ca\/issue10\/writings\/poetry\/uche-nduka\/","title":{"rendered":"Uche Nduka"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Nine East<\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>1.<\/p>\n<p>crawled up to park place<\/p>\n<p>and tore down<\/p>\n<p>a hung sign<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>somehow you earned her<\/p>\n<p>feral stare somehow she<\/p>\n<p>entered you<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>this locution and its flaw<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>am i indifferent<\/p>\n<p>to the claws<\/p>\n<p>of these skyscrapers<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>all the wavelets<\/p>\n<p>of ripe cherries<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>i weep between your<\/p>\n<p>parted knees. don&#8217;t<\/p>\n<p>ever make up your mind<\/p>\n<p>about the poem beneath<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>this poem<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage-->2.<\/p>\n<p>that&#8217;s what you get for<\/p>\n<p>mangling a shopping cart;<\/p>\n<p>something as recent as<\/p>\n<p>splitting the fugue and asking for bacon;<\/p>\n<p>neonatal rites shaping up; less<\/p>\n<p>than the electrical apex meant<\/p>\n<p>for someone else; wings around his skull;<\/p>\n<p>that which segued into peroxide<\/p>\n<p>from camouflage; she beat him<\/p>\n<p>to it: inside the poem was work and play;<\/p>\n<p>she let the synthetic smells flow away; his<\/p>\n<p>ears were not what they used to be;<\/p>\n<p>the contagion of the broken glass shard;<\/p>\n<p>your salvo does stand; the gush of groove;<\/p>\n<p>mistakes are your tools; can&#8217;t fault<\/p>\n<p>the intention of your music; are you<\/p>\n<p>branching; why are you asking; maximal<\/p>\n<p>recounts of curtains and rooms; xerox<\/p>\n<p>after xerox; up to a quip exampled;<\/p>\n<p>bargain too nimble to deflect;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage-->3.<\/p>\n<p>either rosette or a boycott.<\/p>\n<p>daughter will<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>do it. will teach it to speak non-stop.<\/p>\n<p>you don&#8217;t have<\/p>\n<p>to will disenchantment it&#8217;s there in<\/p>\n<p>the laughter that sizes you up. that<\/p>\n<p>vibrates between<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>your ridges between difference<\/p>\n<p>and inference. you won&#8217;t earn points for<\/p>\n<p>fortitude but you won&#8217;t look away.<\/p>\n<p>too much skin is never enough.<\/p>\n<p>son will do<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>it. will presume a curve that allows print<\/p>\n<p>to fall away. will meet excess full on. the<\/p>\n<p>same whiskey the same line that crosses<\/p>\n<p>the infinite condom.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>bits of the juror&#8217;s backnotes. cordials from<\/p>\n<p>Pompeii. this yellow house that surges through<\/p>\n<p>your blood. clumsy and happy daubers<\/p>\n<p>attribute it to trunk shows at boutiques.<\/p>\n<p>starting from cars to the low volume on a revolving stage.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage-->4.<\/p>\n<p>midthigh motet; although needing you<\/p>\n<p>is as clear as the sound of your name;<\/p>\n<p>keep me in perfect unease; in other lines,<\/p>\n<p>more hands; will you pick me up before<\/p>\n<p>6 O&#8217;clock if i call it planetary ache;<\/p>\n<p>osculatory debauch and sweetbread and what<\/p>\n<p>the day is made of; when am i going to make<\/p>\n<p>you sticky; atingle to the ankle; how soon<\/p>\n<p>can your loins frame the questions; testimonies<\/p>\n<p>reconstructing us; you see mignonettes, you<\/p>\n<p>see pirate flags; lodgers waiting for ledgers;<\/p>\n<p>i began to say; pertaining to longing rather<\/p>\n<p>than immediate kiss; rainbow pressed to the brow;<\/p>\n<p>taken in by gull catchers; loose change we carry.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage-->5.<\/p>\n<p>before saying blueberry blossom\/<\/p>\n<p>in raw\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>a broken window testifies\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>before saying sleep in me\/<\/p>\n<p>skirt full of salt lick\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>a romance seems extravagant<\/p>\n<p>but did i go down on you<\/p>\n<p>between sink and stove\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>before saying from benediction<\/p>\n<p>to benediction\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>or rather<\/p>\n<p>not entirely for the sake<\/p>\n<p>of catharsis\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>from headlights to the smoke<\/p>\n<p>of understanding\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>before saying new<\/p>\n<p>life minus thrift\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>rumored greetings from three gin tonics\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>a case of fertile misreading\/<\/p>\n<p>court the chasm\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>in your search<\/p>\n<p>remember me before<\/p>\n<p>saying that&#8217;s not all\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>designer on call\/<\/p>\n<p>all the way through to a podcast\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>a bias towards innumeracy<\/p>\n<p>after the party\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>before saying i reckon<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s one of those clodhoppers\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>left breast \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 posterior \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 sacrosanct\/<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><!--nextpage-->6.<\/p>\n<p>light a poem and smoke it.<\/p>\n<p>virtue is the last of my worries.<\/p>\n<p>the lovely stains of evening<\/p>\n<p>beyond the scabbard.<\/p>\n<p>give her wheels a mobile salutation.<\/p>\n<p>i am euphoric among impure lines.<\/p>\n<p>breath, nighttrail, matrix.<\/p>\n<p>your lap ajar, will you do it with<\/p>\n<p>me, where no spirit remains still.<\/p>\n<p>discomfiture is my music. will you<\/p>\n<p>do it with me,when partition sets<\/p>\n<p>in,if not for these lips if not<\/p>\n<p>for free will, the cadmiums won&#8217;t<\/p>\n<p>leave, did you see her climbing<\/p>\n<p>the chimney, leave the radiator alone, go<\/p>\n<p>answer the door, i will put a bed<\/p>\n<p>in the study.bare feet the uses<\/p>\n<p>of light we flirt with,<\/p>\n<p>fifth ration, days swollen with parting<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nine East &nbsp; 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