Daniel D’Angelo

Daniel D’Angelo’s poetry appears in Fence, Granta, Harvard Review, Bennington Review, and The Georgia Review. His writing has been supported by Bread Loaf. Born in Davenport, IA, he lives and works in Washington, DC.

THIRD FOURTH OR FIFTH NATURE

“Oh no he’s been resurrected!”

“You know we do remember before

he got resurrected.”

“It’s so stupid you could see 

part of his body in the mirror.”

“He had to be brought back.”

“Walks out of a train in Edinburgh

out of a rainy garden protected by stags

enveloped by menthol, of all things.”

“Yeah and swords of menthol 

precede him you know in one of his lives

a big sharp mist-colored prehistoric leaf

slices his full head off and it (the head) floats

down and away like a retreating ball of light,

a sunset!”

Live long enough

to live again!

“Later and late emerging

from mentholated fog in a leafy park

in Kyoto – see you can see the top

of a large god guy’s head peeking 

over a wall protecting a parking lot

and the god.”

“See those basic electric guitar string plucks.

Stripes of radiation whipping the hell out.”

“Doing something and you get to say

what it is and you’re not right!”

“Don’t worry about those guys!”

“Elise I love you look look the

onrushing future just the sighting of it!”

THE SILENT GESTURE OF THE GODS PRONOUNCING HUMAN FATE

“Hysteria frozen, eternalized, trapped motionless,

pinioned by a long stare.”

“I am freezing! My memory of being cold!”

“I have like six homes I rotate through!”

“The estate is furiously litigious but also

they’re the voice that says You’ve got our attention,

You’re gonna’ die but We’re listening,

We’re coming to You.”

“Let what go?”

“Probably these are false experiments

on real people.”

“I see you!”

“If you have the option, 

offer last words.”

“If you have the option, 

describe the room at the end.”

“If you have the option, 

try giving up.”

“If you have the option,

confess detailed regrets!”

“If you have the option,

do it all pretty, try again.”

“If you have the option,

regress on purpose.”

“If you have the option,

slip through my hands.”

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