On the theme of the last word
Was Spoken
Many many many many to be
Was spoken many many came
Word costume warnings falling
Your newspaper your return to sea
When we left we took our words – dig
Do your best words
In stone words
Copyright words
End of the line words
A good word functions
Will take you to the street but not the door
sit and stay for a drink – they run scared – leaving us experts
The helper is a coward
without place – we write about how missed they are
we write
To look for – at last words
when we come so close we write
to your bent whisper
Lost words looking for last words looking
And then what – now what
Looking for those lost word costumes – the way out map
around here somewhere
You get song quiet – something wide open expects you to catch it
these last words – never had use for alphabet memory
Agreement is not communication – repeat
your stinky vocals I got the hots – last words exile words
Extinct words – end of the world began many many many many bodies ago
with it went – our words went – out as silent – as powerful as any eternity
Author Biography
Fork Burke’s poems have appeared in Hoezo Lepels?, PRAXILLA, Lyre Lyre, and Maintenant. Licking Glass published a book of poems, poetic essays and other images in 2010 . Recordings include “Fork Remixed.” She received her BA in Creative Writing in 2008 from The New School and currently lives and writes in Switzerland.
The poetry and photography of Fork Burke, an American in Switzerland.
"Masquerade", Fork Burke, on the theme of mirrors
Union Square
– on when we two parted
Lips travel – being more than here to there
Like Eos
…replace the K with C
her lips
Where is she – where is Easter
…and literature
such as influenced
evolving desire
organized with for instance
soundings – this geometry of sound
signs found in books
meaning collapses
The purpose of focus
on an abstract specific
message
not easlily
wrapped around
ressurection
a good cry
talk it to death
Is isolation = meaning =
leaving the wolf
question
not just how
“to be”
came to an
…end
your map to this place
your words
without your language
your silence
forever passive
silence is a word
her lips – two
parting
FB
Third Body Parts – cut up
– on transportation
I can see him leaving in a minute – luckily the past I remember – tense up in the dream – for sometime he
touched his forehead – come under forever raised – they could walk with their heads high – Originally
my land was red – the only thing left standing then – who is stretched out sky
I AM HERE
Anyone no one to resemble I am without secrets – I sacrifice marvelous yet tragic not signs of life
wealth a man
memory chile – what I saw is false sense of history – goes on in my head – the round mirror
I never thought of going – of a son or daughter – I am understood by him – I could have heard my voice
and a paternal language – of a common noun into my legend
I did kick loud – Granny – come in Granny – human the caption –she smiles – I drank it in
smack German don`t find out – and not mystery mysterious – It said put wings that’s what
sadness there and delay time – his body remains his forehead his eyes my father – nay horizon
and stockings for little legs – original structure – frequency they fall on me my phrase is gone
rivers of distance of my body – sitting in the sun – a fine film of amber – a distant pleasure
our very eyes – open sesame – that land – way sesame – soil down – there are birds that dive
down – there are birds that go up and opposite of chance are reflected – I understood it – get down
so great is our joy at de ask me if I like – we shall use today – I climbed mountains – we are sitting on
beginning push back of our mothers source – to the point I resemble angels eyes – recognize this music
our transport our motor nerves which will strike no ground – suddenly the earth is immense – continues to move
if need be eternally and lawlessness
FB
HEELS
– on lipstick
This Dream
Where you are
me – you – and – I are hair
elegant gloved hand
preference the fall
fair complexion of garlic – promises honey
incentive to – eat it – red
we must see the mouth – notice
safe – longing – distance
I HEAR WOMEN SINGING AGAIN
GRACE – YOUR BODY
DREAM – I AM
TWO TYPES CASTED – desire
CENTER
ATTENTION
DREAM
EACH NIGHT – MEMORY BECOMES FICTION
REFERENCE – wardrobe – NO REFERENCE
continue – ear up – the kiss departs
heels – red
FB
Author Biography
Fork Burke`s poems have appeared in Hoezo Lepels?, PRAXILLA, Lyre Lyre, and Maintenant. Licking Glass published a book of poems, poetic essays and other images in 2010 . Recordings include “Fork Remixed.” She received her BA in Creative Writing in 2008 from The New School and currently lives and writes in Switzerland.
