Survision Logo

SurVision Magazine

Home Page | About Us | Submission Guidelines | Archive | Contributors | Links

An international online magazine that publishes Neo-Surrealist poetry in English.


Issue One

  

ROBERTO HARRISON




shredded with others


i am a casualty in the last war
of the wind. i once belonged to the wires
and i move the others to join me in the first
ocean of death. the center is cut by yesterday's
tapirs as they stretch to pull the leaves
from the city where i wave the others on.
someone launches the sticks of the night
as they pile themselves up for the fire.
peyote songs light up the sound
fused with the moon and the signals
from the earth offered
through the door. the stones ask what
atrium they make and which animals
hold us in life. i find no
way to reject the sun. i
follow the color of the street
to unravel my Y dimensional Host
and open the wound of the light
again. the animals cannot
find me among the vacancies. in our
fourth life a father is destroyed
by the fear of the trees and in a seventh
life I do not stand for myself in meaning,
except as a wandering exit. if there is
a way to grow past the mountain then i
must find the line past the imposter
as i as they end cruelties in the heat.
my voice unravels like the grasses
and only the willows know if friendship
brings me another origin. but these languages
are remote. and the ways of this part of the earth
are muddy and the sky arrives only to speak
in the numbers of my infestation
through the roots of my decrepit wilderness
in a silence that will not count






ash recollections


it sends me the light
from the absolving winter
where the moon

inhabits the ant's
dire and speculative
wombs, where

the intention of numbers
sends links to the folded
eclipse of each morning

and sings. the opposable
noon by the Sea
marks the days

with luminous trees
and dissolves to unwind
each face from electric

display. from the lower
meaning of the chemical
void, explosions

from exterior vision
cut through iconic
trails of pus

on the tables. i as they walk
on Mitchell Street
where the exit to fire

through the mountains
of Coclé repair, where the snakes
make my egg of Mabila






drum dream


where was my race
when the ashes were made
and i burned red
to be one in black?
now the empty sign of the saviors
makes me room to breathe
in a feathered light. the bow
of refuge strengthens
the deer of my body
and i sing with Panamá
as my home in the darkness. other
songs make it to my dreams,
the drum pulls the lights together
with the revealing names
of the rocks. i listen to the fish
and hear the guitar lead decay
in another long song. the quiet
hears my mute bodies
as we collapse again
with the drum. they know
as i have seen my pages
meet them in the circle
as they teach me the songs
of survival and the electric
escapes. i sing
with them past apocalypse
to be known
by their animas
invisible
in the invisible
woodland
as i migrate
through seven
and reside
as an ash of the braided earth
absolute as separation





Roberto Harrison is the author of Os (subpress, 2006), Counter Daemons (Litmus Press, 2006), bicycle (Noemi Press, 2015), culebra (Green Lantern Press, 2016), Bridge of the World (Litmus, forthcoming 2017), Yaviza (Atelos, forthcoming 2017), as well as of many chapbooks. He is also a visual artist. He lives in Milwaukee with his wife Brenda Cárdenas.






Copyright © 2017 SurVision Magazine