Dave Love X

After Math

CLOUD WITH A COPPER HAT
SUNFLOWER
STACKED ROCKS
KICKED OVER
GLOWING GROUND, SIREN SKY
WEIGHTED PURPLE AND SHARP RED
DULL BLUE ENVELOPS
SIMPLE AIR MASKS AN EXPLOSION OF WHISPERS, BARRELLING INTO A
TORNADO, FULL-BODIED AND FAT WITH STUPIDITY
CALCULATING THE LAND, IT DIVIDES

 

Untitled

A YOUNG BOY WITH A FLOWER GROWING FROM HIS FOREHEAD LEFT
HOME AGAINST THE PLEAS OF HIS FAMILY AND SET OUT TO ESTABLISH A
NEW LIFE AS A NITROGEN TUTOR. FROM THE GRASS TO THE STREET HE
WENT BUILDING CONCRETE GARDENS AND LUSH GREEN TOWER BLOCKS.
COMMENDED FOR HIS WORK BY THE LOCAL LEADERS DESPITE NEVER
ENGAGING THEM, THE BOY WAS INVITED TO SPEAK AT THE ANNUAL
CELEBRATION. HIS SENTENCES, LIKE VINES, SPRANG UPWARDS AND OUT,
DRAPING THE MASSES IN A SOFT EMERALD WAVE. WHILE SOMETIMES IT
WAS DIFFICULT TO ARTICULATE THIS BLOOM, HE FOUND TRANSLATORS
IN THE LEAVES’ PERFECT VEINS AND THE NATURAL MECHANICS THAT
ALLOW PALMS TO BEND WITH THE WIND.

 

Bim Zipaw

for Cecil Taylor

Bim zipaw
Zippazip
Qen ado-tah
Zip zippazip
Ado-tah shen m shah
Frengaiyo zip
Preshun paw pawzuppah paw
When fraylude ludenstat
Benbounami ey
Zippazip
Qen ado-tah ado-tah
Gnakatu tu nem
Nem tunaka tu
Tu flackn zipaw yun shekinah
Al-alnah-tu-zippazip
Zippazip tah zippaw

 

 

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Moment of Reflection

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BIO

Dave Love X is an artist from Boston. Working primarily in poetry, painting, and sound, he prizes freedom in art. He is interested in the intersection of language and noise, and how improvisation can lead artists to new territory.

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