poem with ( ! )
Two poems By Kevin Barrett Kane
for Jack Dillé
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the hitherto unknown—a couple of
stray letters—someone’s lost shoe
now a beacon—the cat toy I almost
died tripping on—days just a
kaleidoscope of greys—the hither-
to unknown, the HITHERTO UNKNOWN ( ! )
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I want to walk through walls, pucker up and
kiss the dirt, I want a window I could
jump out of and not die—dramatic irony
could be cool again
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“I don’t want to know anyone who”—died—
got laid off—thinks God will help—plays
cribbage like that’s a thing—left New York—
doesn’t mute their microphone
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here’s what I think you’re thinking right now—
goddamn we were smart to get this cat—
what does toilet paper look like under
a microscope—when will I die—how
will I know—what would my version of
heaven look like
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suddenly the world is a full-on jungle—the
birds are wild (they’ll fucking eat you!)—
songs are now a menace—you could wake
the Great Ape, and then—and then—
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part of the sun died and became my hat
Kevin Barrett Kane is an analog designer specialising in books and typography. He is the in-house book designer at Stanford University Press and is the co-founder of The Frontispiece. He lives in San Francisco.
for M. Gomes
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i keep telling
myself
​
i could
have died
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but that’s not relevant
anymore
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what does scare
me though is
​
is this the right
typeface
for poetry?
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i miss the windowpane
whine
​
the
it’s-all-about-me-for-a-while
thunderstorms
​
that shake the
whole street
​
i miss
disaster stress
drinking in the
basement
​
with the water
pouring in
_____
​
this is
to say
​
i’m/we’re/they’re
stuck
and
​
i’m bored
with being a
“poet” who
​
doesn’t write
“poetry”