ROBIN WYATT DUNN - POEMS

Robin Wyatt Dunn lives in a state of desperation engineered by late capitalism, within which his mind is a mere subset of a much larger hallucination wherein men are machines, machines are men, and the world and everything in it are mere dreams whose eddies and currents poets can channel briefly but cannot control. Perhaps it goes without saying that he lives in Los Angeles.
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​we'll dream the night and day
waking the rage to skate the plain trembling spite and sleet
agony invited
dour saints
dripping housewives
the split and the straight of the town
buried miles in the deep
 
I'll take you, if you want to go
underneath

​gear me to weep
no better now than before
no better trained
not ready for the tryst
of a woman
not weary enough for the course
of true love
not able to see the horizon
take me into the sea
either one: above or below
the tears remember how to sip
their grog
and I remember how to bury the future
with daggers