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CHARLES BORKHUIS
BLAZEVOX[BOOKS]
Buffalo, New York
Dead Ringer
by Charles Borkhuis
Copyright 2016
Published by BlazeVOX [books]
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Cover Art by Nick Piombino (Free Fall) courtesy Otoliths Press
First Edition
ISBN: 978-1-60964-235-8
Library of Congress Control Number: 2015954032
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NOTHING PERSONAL
pronouns like us
appear as interchangeable
pebbles in a stream
the I-you-he-she-me of it
nodding in mirror-rhythm
with our multiples
maybe Ive been listening too long
to your miniature black hole of a head
or your heart only two letters away
that leaves a loose end like me
stumbling down an endless corridor
of on-off switches
nothing personal you understand
you can have the facts
Ill take the rest to the coffin thanks
so much for your anti-virus protector
Ive found a smooth stone on the road
after about a million years underwater
not the one with the fossil on its back
but the other worthless one in my pocket
its an all or nothing situation
but inside the all theres plenty of nothing
and inside the nothing theres the rest of us
breathing through straws
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DOUBLE EXPOSURE
one face drawn upon another
so we can never know
whos speaking
and whos an echo
at the limits of the sign
a mirror might double my chances
or my troubles
flattened to a hairs breath
I dont bounce off
or pass through the looking glass
I am captured by the surface
like a bug on flypaper
while a second-self escapes
with my name
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to walk your pain around the block
like an optimistic skeleton
to always keep a little death in reserve
for a rainy day
one sees a floater on the cornea
mistaken for an insect
scurrying through a crack in the wall
as when a boy glimpses
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the beginnings of
a haunting in the eye
a flicker
not to be trusted
the porous skin
of what is
and what is not
held in the same breath
the one on the train passing
the one on the platform
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ANTIMATTER TWIN
between yesterdays resolute conviction
and todays passionate correction
theres time enough for every decomposing
body to turn over in its grave
which means there is no bird
in any hand for long
only the worm of an idea
growing out of the synecdoche of a wing
any symbolic residue must take a number
the sentence hung over
the writers head turns in its grammatical locks
the way purity gives ground to process
which is haunted by the missing subject
and what once seemed authentic
now appears hopelessly contrived
as the particle is sometimes a wave
so the judge may be a part time criminal
and the murderer an accomplished violinist
devoted father and loving son
no last words said the philosopher
as the ground shifted again under his feet
and his ghost particle his infamous
antimatter twin waited in the wings
for a surprise guest appearance
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ENTANGLEMENT
my insects roam outwards on a stem
leaving through the eye of a leaf
held up to the light it appears
I was spun from the same wavy
psychomatter as a stone but we inhabit
different spots on the spectrum
everywhere there is talking
bouncing off objects
as if thoughts step in and out
of the shoes outline so things
wear us witness the gooseneck lamp
thats learned to read me like a book
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before I know it Ive entered
the bent reflection in the toaster
that stares back at me
as if I were a boy caught peeping
through a keyhole at a certain
naked someone who turns
and strips me shuttering
naked at the end of her gaze
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CURIOS
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