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<p><b>Philip Nikolayev</b> edits <i>Fulcrum</i>, an annual of poetry and aesthetics. His new collection of poems, <u>Monkey Time</u>, the winner of the 2001 Verse Prize, is forthcoming from Verse Press in October 2002.</p>


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<b>About the Waterfront</b><br />
<br />
Dozing off into fried dreams,<br />
into dusks frittered<br />
to bonne nuit, to Skeltonic<br />
rhododendrons within<br />
and without the<br />
telemorphokinesis,<br />
Boston's vegetal forceps in bloom,<br />
quagmires<br />
of dactyloscopic rooks<br />
on wires of air,<br />
the tough tinsel nut<br />
of modernity<br />
hung thriving<br />
on the thread of<br />
a generation. How much more<br />
scintillantly splenetic<br />
could the ragamuffins<br />
of electronics become? Where<br />
to cast or not to cast<br />
downtown ellipses of joyhood<br />
to trucks of passersby<br />
or behind the public gardens<br />
in lanes of largesse<br />
and others of fireproof<br />
spring, strongbox<br />
efflorescence,<br />
securities jacked up,<br />
life going hand in hand<br />
with economics.<br />
The sky coat is spread<br />
wetly over the scrapers.<br />
In the earth<br />
ballistic bulbs burgeon.<br />
The spade bank<br />
is full of spades.<br />
Piers are pincers.<br />
They are paroles.<br />
They are<br />
sunk to their barrels,<br />
filled with seagull-squashed<br />
linen sleep and aquatic<br />
projections into<br />
the cobalt blotting sun.<br />
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<b>The Seeded Friend of Humankind is Cashed</b><br />
<br />
The seeded friend of humankind is cashed,<br />
but I have found a place where more is stashed,<br />
a lab where every leaf is dried to that<br />
word-perfect flam and readiness to act<br />
on every syllable. The moot trapeze<br />
of sense remotely utters thank you, please<br />
and marches down directly to the page<br />
to perpetrate its sensuous brigandage.<br />
Semantic hemlocks melt to tilted tiles,<br />
and titles brim with paratactic styles,<br />
and elfin horses of the golden ring,<br />
who come to spell a wish on everything,<br />
gallop with lust and neighing through the bong,<br />
god-naughty and immensely drawn to song.<br />
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<b>A Sonnet in C</b><br />
<br />
My dear printf, I never saw you skip<br />
a newline when you found one in a file.<br />
A non null pointer plugged into our while<br />
loop } else if { as if, printf, to tip<br />
the computational balance of my heart,<br />
my file, my life, my method – and then some.<br />
But how much memory, malloc’ed for their sum,<br />
supplies me with this ability to insert<br />
another leaf into a binary subtree of<br />
og n complexity in one long thought,<br />
which is not bad for huffy humans? God,<br />
herein we input ardor of our love<br />
and output selfless structs like battle shields<br />
in your name on our spacious data fields.<br />
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