Prick of the Spindle: Poetry: Mullane: We See it, Seize

We See It, Seize
by Matthew Mullane

impression is anything but countable. There is beautiful,
and leave with the stains on their beds and seize, and seize, and the micro-dynamism of
all us going at it finally dissipates in the branches to clatter does not do so with a waterfall

I experience it

I conclude that it finally dissipates in the everyday experience. The wind pushing the stains on paper,

Solstice pencil fills in the stains on it but is but is anything but countable. There is beautiful, and seize

Matthew Mullane is currently an Art History student at Hiram College in Northeastern Ohio. There he twiddles knobs and strums his guitar as a performing improvising musician. His poems are written with pen and paper but reorganized by his computer, where the text adjusts itself according to the frequency of his sound pieces in a specialized program. He is interested in how the written thought competes with, and is altered by, the sound and feeling of one's environment.