Thom Eichelberger-Young
1 Day (2 Chapters in a Detective Novel)
Stella, code, not the factory flashing You climb through the back window summoned into the pearl
sails Come rounding the metal creature lurking in Shoshone Pallid reflections leap three panes during
the chosen operation Passages from a book Thursday photographs of various Prince women
(Princesses) Nine in a series, titled in red THE FORTUNETELLER Madison potential in these
accordion bound stories Missing the marked "obvious" target Was not three days ago? talking
formulae: dining room, ghostly spread, office genealogies The same Returning to the street Letters in
hand Selfish credential not the only Unexplained mien Grazed Daubs Takes and closes How any one
could not share what they saw Reset narrative: taps keys, probing flesh, tissue digging necessitating
digital interfaces to map the nerval sprawl Forest descent to cannon river Condemned nightclub plays
Friend talking and he and he and random she "ascended" But he's suppressing something So his
forswearing visage plays backward in the rain, foreground layer Noticing absent palanquin Daughters
Round the corner into the elements: poems for abandoned shopping carts and blast walls Offered here
as replay begins Unnatural romp The 70mph obstruction I reply with subconscious revelation,
sails Come rounding the metal creature lurking in Shoshone Pallid reflections leap three panes during
the chosen operation Passages from a book Thursday photographs of various Prince women
(Princesses) Nine in a series, titled in red THE FORTUNETELLER Madison potential in these
accordion bound stories Missing the marked "obvious" target Was not three days ago? talking
formulae: dining room, ghostly spread, office genealogies The same Returning to the street Letters in
hand Selfish credential not the only Unexplained mien Grazed Daubs Takes and closes How any one
could not share what they saw Reset narrative: taps keys, probing flesh, tissue digging necessitating
digital interfaces to map the nerval sprawl Forest descent to cannon river Condemned nightclub plays
Friend talking and he and he and random she "ascended" But he's suppressing something So his
forswearing visage plays backward in the rain, foreground layer Noticing absent palanquin Daughters
Round the corner into the elements: poems for abandoned shopping carts and blast walls Offered here
as replay begins Unnatural romp The 70mph obstruction I reply with subconscious revelation,
purloined everything—after all, I'm a medium
1 Day (Removed Analogical Diagram)
Copydog? Whatever I'm seeing Blossoming gloire de vivre Sixty-seven times love is named in the
regent's book It is what it actually is Interview lines about frames Introjected but Clarifying comic strip
Cigarette box ready-made As to depart from interpretation Rotten logs—me and my brother, we're
children, kicking and sledding the carcass of a tree into the ravine Unaware termite Fondness
irreplaceable Could be "hit by a golfball" Event not translatable—even the writing "wasn't there" To
force the structure, only that—not the soilt pants What were opinions before the now cloud
Mid-century flat white center Back room container Spawning all the time instrumental men asking for
money The lineage is thinking this is music Or ever was That broke not only the landscape Farm rinds
& State explant Wasture On the request of Backed by But also the mind Could be it could be that
Mirror the accrusive idea now Scores "their" programming Top down To rectify my negative
idiotology in an effort at following the teachings of the figure X Redolence Procedure Duration
Realizing stockauto sequences Moribund pathmark Consider mine Preserve us from The wicked
when I am And gone Rejection of it Marcated time later determined through passing bars Onset to the
mentalized eye unblinded A beetle which flies across all time proves the only available analogy Two or
more things which work together Returning bells Not "capture" but "grounding" Say April wistfully
knowing everything you will have to pay for before then Squalls the days ahead Acid reflux Wormholes
regent's book It is what it actually is Interview lines about frames Introjected but Clarifying comic strip
Cigarette box ready-made As to depart from interpretation Rotten logs—me and my brother, we're
children, kicking and sledding the carcass of a tree into the ravine Unaware termite Fondness
irreplaceable Could be "hit by a golfball" Event not translatable—even the writing "wasn't there" To
force the structure, only that—not the soilt pants What were opinions before the now cloud
Mid-century flat white center Back room container Spawning all the time instrumental men asking for
money The lineage is thinking this is music Or ever was That broke not only the landscape Farm rinds
& State explant Wasture On the request of Backed by But also the mind Could be it could be that
Mirror the accrusive idea now Scores "their" programming Top down To rectify my negative
idiotology in an effort at following the teachings of the figure X Redolence Procedure Duration
Realizing stockauto sequences Moribund pathmark Consider mine Preserve us from The wicked
when I am And gone Rejection of it Marcated time later determined through passing bars Onset to the
mentalized eye unblinded A beetle which flies across all time proves the only available analogy Two or
more things which work together Returning bells Not "capture" but "grounding" Say April wistfully
knowing everything you will have to pay for before then Squalls the days ahead Acid reflux Wormholes
on into the next ones
Thom Eichelberger-Young is a Buffalo based artist and the publisher of Blue Bag Press.