Polaroid of a Hurricane
Notes on the Crown Forming in the Solution
Just woke
from a seven-week mirage.
Tectonic shifts
through my body.
Bloodletting
on the brain.
Lord Byron is chasing me
through the Santa Monica bungalow.
A Romantic scandal
in a neon frame.
He wants the kinetic spark.
I have the lithium anchor.
How did I arrive in Squamish.
British Columbia fog
thick as opiate tea
I share with Hemingway.
Neither of us
can find the one true sentence
in the steam.
In Paris
I love Anaïs forever.
The heart is a sovereign city.
I will never go back
to mainland France.
The borders are closed
by chemical decree.
Andorra waits behind me.
A tax haven for memory.
A sovereign bunker
for a fractured king.
What I have now
is not memory.
It is a Polaroid.
Blurred at the edges.
Chemicals still working.
The image refusing to settle.
A figure coming into power
without permission.
Crown forming in the solution.
Name surfacing last.
Joe Garvey.
PoetKing.
Fixed in the frame
past the reach of time.
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