A Castle for Providence 

You step on earth
And make it real
No one can take that
Away from you

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When I was young I was under the emblem of thunder
Flashing like a groom engorged I was young my mouth was
Conjuring sweets as went pillaging
Weed with no shortage of Jams

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Climbing a house standing on the roof drinking roof water
Climbing a neighbor standing on the neighbor
Removing one thing from the house of a neighbor any neighbor
Breeding new patterns of neighborliness

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One of us could open a castle for providence
We could share roast beef sandwiches
Until the sun comes through the floor
Shines on it more honestly groins and green beetles

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I thought a face would have changed as hard
To look at as I thought
An engine would have changed a face with force
And gasoline running from my hands

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I watch the baby rotisserie
Dream a maze with unfocused eyes
I don’t remember going to sleep
But brushing and blushing then there were minorities 

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Woke up with still nothing to write
Jokes what not embroidery
Sewing golden letters on denim SPITE
Old people obtuse in the whiskers

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The poet is the hero of people who never get off
Stillness not activating an ethereal presence
That is much more than words
Though in actual space not the poem has but orifice

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What makes feeling right moves at different speeds
I want to stand on someone’s legs be available for everyone
I want to love and be loved by everyone’s a vice people
PLEASE HAMMER DON’T HURT EM

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I have only what I need I need a hundred times more than what
I am making my way through the sticks and the pits getting good
Looks I’d rather pull over shake my contents on the shoulder
Set to the written prayer for one day bear a more intelligent gene

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Someone is awake
On earth you would think
Another had made it already
Believing

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Brandon Shimoda is the author of four books—most recently Portuguese (Octopus Books & Tin House, 2013)—as well as new work appearing now in Bestoned, Denver Quarterly and Heir Apparent (The Volta). Born in California, he has lived most recently in Maine, Taiwan, and Arizona.