James Maughn

Holotype

1.

No blue except where the light goes
what else but under
-pinned to dawn as yet unrecognized

soothe sayer or such tremulous pitch
will carry the day into maps
no territories but what the magma

imagines before the cold cuts it short
we chart the memory
of what may will or won’t be a future

no one asks for calls us forward none
the less to a count now
we see we’re just another number in

2.

nazca

easy
being

cocos

what
nothing

pacific

else
can be

3.

we imps of darkness are

bound by rock and water

ebb tide in an el nino year
nothing new

unless need would have it

4.

rosada

morph a relict lineage diverged

islands
when still liquid
earth

basal and isolate

marthae

one name abandoned
to honor

a pioneer’s stillborn daughter