Public Republic

Simon Perchik Photo:Yoshikazu TAKADA Even if these waves are calmed this rock deserves respect though there’s no grave not yet that first turn to the side, smoothed the way all night your eyes stare at the beach, guiding it to

Simon Perchik Photo: jar() These sheep have no choice either though even in summer they still want to hear the truth just by staring back at the grass lifelike – it’s not for you they hold power here, let go nothing, not their fleece not these sleeves, face to face – you have no right […]

Simon Perchik Photo: jar() You still use rain, breathe in till your mouth is full -you can’t jump clear, grow huge on a sky that has no holes, no Earth -what did you say, what words were helped along, holding on to the others all the way down, facing the sun

Simon Perchik Photo: jar() This path so like the others doesn’t know where else to go and for each funeral you build another hallway in another mountain, the palaces filling with a great rockslide

Simon Perchik Photo: jar() The ground so slow to heal has yellowed though the camera injected a faint gloss calmed the family and friends still afraid to move the body -not too close! Your cheek could scare her off and the snapshot tree and all, left empty cared for by the sun alone can’t get […]

Simon Perchik Photo: sezzles Half jack, half when the ace finds its way back and the vague stomp each time you deal a spade –you teach the kids dead ends and random turns half cards, half burial grass –you say take the risk bet! and suddenly the black jack will fall to your knees and […]

Simon Perchik Photo: DeusXFlorida This bird must hear the blood all day nesting in its gut slit open to catch rainwater draining some roof the way your hand dries from the balcony half feathers half seaweed –it listens for waves, each one now motionless bending over the other –two deaths from one botched egg

Simon Perchik Photo: rivieragalleryartist And the sun by a single stroke broken into rain and forgetfulness –you lift a child’s bat that still has heat to it, a ball overgrown and against this mangy glove stumbles headlong as further on

Simon Perchik Photo: svintus2010 When this clock holds back its scent has meaning –even dogs are trained for lies or no lies –truth has a calm to it, by instinct soothes this kitchen wall flows underneath as bone and sleeplessness –you wait for night to reset the hands

Simon Perchik Photo: visualpanic This grass left for dead, the mower idling into its slow descent the way pilots are still trained to roll and up-side-down in the reflection you can recognize the bridge being bathed in a river older than those songs that help you forget

Simon Perchik Photo: yourbartender You shave so the rain can’t stop –twice every day as if the sky were twins half shoreless, half too heavy and these rotary blades reaching take-off speed –you climb the way this mirror

Simon Perchik Photo: exezippdf Half jack, half when the ace finds its way back and the vague stomp each time you deal a spade –you teach the kids dead ends and random turns half cards, half burial grass –you say take the risk bet! and suddenly the black jack will fall to your knees and […]

Simon Perchik Photo: visualpanic What more proof do you need! jagged left behind –a beautiful stone torn to pieces and near its heart a tiny rock half drift, half moonlight that blossomed to become the opposite shore –all these years in the open though every wave still smells from stone

Simon Perchik Photo: b3nscott As if they once had teeth, your hands nibble on apples half mud, half worms –you eat only what falls to the ground rotted, serene, made dark by the welcoming slope into evening –you pick the way every stone points where to rest, has this urge to be useful, calms your […]

Simon Perchik Photo: Jeremy Jenum And the sun by a single stroke broken into rain and forgetfulness –you lift a child’s bat that still has heat to it, a ball overgrown and against this mangy glove stumbles headlong as further on –this attic needs more room the bases are full though you try to remember […]