The East Village
Steve Duffy
figure
01
to me the world is
shaped like a sentence
a corridor shaped
by influences beyond
a black tumulus
in the shape of a life
language shaped
like a pretzel shaped
like a fishing net
shaped by funnel shaped
traps the t shaped
intersections of our minds
silhouettes shaped
in attitudes of flight
components shaped like
miniature spacecraft
shaped like kisses
shaped by melting
shaped & dressed
similarly always shaped
by observation
02
time once crescent
shaped is domed
concrete proper
or just shaped
by something
without any gravity
heart shaped windows
heart shaped hole
heart shaped
lives and productions
shaped necessarily
with toyshops or ship
shaped cloud conventions
in the real world
shaped input & output
how that plasticity is
shaped like a sparrow
the emotion
shaped like a you
shaped love note
shaped like a poem
03
effectively shaped
by bodily gestures
shaped by decisions
as they occur
cunningly shaped
into eight irregular
mount fuji shaped
luminous moon shaped
buttons
iridescent as a girl
then a close up
her v shaped hands
holding the mouthpiece
which is shaped
like the grinning
maw between entities
which have shaped
& created
named and shaped
& punished
& molded
04
i don't have rose
shaped handsoaps shaped
by language ie the
mind's a curved jewel
shaped something
like a comma like a
laptop in the shape
of a lunchbox a gift
in the shape of a door
but in fact shaped
like a dream if a dream
can be said to have shape
by and through various
contexts & bidden to
the final cut odd shaped
and possibly mobius
we are shaped by paths
a wedge shaped
piece of lid the shape
of a grenade carved
in the shape of a tortoise
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