Eel String, St.

By Josh Wagner


The call comes in replicate tones–
what we transpose as sirens
of the ear, drum down now
the thrickthrummbumb of the hollow.

It’s up to you
to wrangle notes like sheep
and fill the coffers of our ears
with maple sips from syrup strings,

your etched woodslapping hands

(The left,
whose syncopation grip
ignites the void,
as the epileptic right
portraits the many
faces of a conglomerate
clockspring of gods)

Reach deep into your tool belt of non-void nothingthings:
the space between notes,
old breath, empty
electric potentiality,
incorruptible strips from a corruption
which dissonance cannot untune,
even that dissidence which
must itself

There is more sound in
silence bound
than in open fields of noise

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JOSH WAGNER is a poet, novelist, filmmaker, graphic novelist and playwright. He was born and raised in California, moved to Montana for his teenage years, and then hit the road to write and travel all around the western United States. This year he resides in Missoula, MT, and only leaves the house for long walks and stiff drinks. His award-wining comics have been published by companies such as Image and Ape Entertainment. His short stories and poetry have appeared in various print and on-line magazines. He prefers to serve up novels home-brewed. Though not his primary art, Wagner adores the craft of poetry and subscribes to the Robert Frost method of chasing poems down like ice on a hot stove.

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