ABSENCE IS PRESENCE ELSEWHERE

Deciding How To Be Spent

all my walks are without
expectations and still I know
a purposeful meditation. One
experiencing the bravery of a blank
step like a final autumn for a libra,
where the transition to winter is akin
to one nearing by circumvent
and exhaling the savoir faire
to let out what was in between
deep reality and play: an automatic
multimodal cavity that burrows
subconsciously with a grinding
of the teeth; a sense to tense
what was what it isn’t anymore
and going to be; some mad repetition
in collective mechanics breaking
down the poignantly personal
chemical memories, blatantly those
a repulse as all generalized
anxieties. hat’s how i feel
everything out from within
as it goes along. and taking in
either lack or fullness of the air
which is elemental I know
i am a-part and and the relation
keeping ambiguity near sincerely
for the subject and object
to be both heads and tails
and i am on edge.

New Forms

ripped rigidity,
that hardening skin, a hierarchy
producing the surface
that shifts
by with the root’s polar
movement, from the axiom
to detachment and to tripped
release
until recurrence
leaving me vertically unbuttoned.

Eco-somatics

All is One so I’ve only been
unplaced and left in
concrete as an abstract
form still growing in youth,
here. Manhattan, New York.

And it has been becoming,
an ongoing exploration of the un-
conscious world, delirious
to nature like the four seasons
in a span of two months, streaming
the cravings before eyelids ready
to clamper, pinched as if one
forced cornea must open to daylight.

Brewed

The first mistake begins
tomorrow with a language I’ll learn.
In preparation,
I’m drinking the Snake
River that flows into the gorge,
my afterthoughts,
those thoughts that leave after
realization. Realization
of the bypass that is holding on
without being held.

Sunshine

The cliche of sunshine
broke Kant’s sublime clouds
to shine on my droopy eyelids
to fill the feelers up
with character and my essence
sat behind the mirrors of all
reflections that were me
to let me know I am
behind the animations.

Hunter Kettering is an emerging poet and fine arts gallerist based in Jackson, Wyoming. He is inspired by the oscillations of the natural and interpersonal worlds of today's environment, looking for solace throughout. He received a B.A. in History from Claremont McKenna College.