James Belflower, Anne Heide, and Michael Martinez
“Strongman” from—THE CARE WITH WHICH THERE IS
My concern for every aspect of him, lately bending 
Older, I am unsure if ever I saw him all 
Yet I the room, as if through holographic rent 
The holograms gone are remnants of registry 
His thick knees spread round the edge of the hologram 
His substance lewdly pierced 
Maybe his baseball bat 
You see the round end yellow 
Bat within a thin wood grain that somehow avoids the stain 
As the frame sleeves ball knowing wood 
As infant in tandem conjunction 
(red stitching leaning
up his wrist)
fingers dispersed between
each finger, first one,
around the other
like a black gloved hand
his tight digit pinches the ball
another white… punch-up.
I saw him at all. My basic Mark McGwire.
The gleam, and yet, his gleam, in one swift reach.
Free expansion of the baseballs,
ejecta, until they run aground
at which point, halt
so the entropy will quiet you, contained
the game quiets the eyes; sweeping up
a shell of shocked audience and then
the degrees of freedom-pitches,
renounce the hero-game, dear world.
The first player in my wide, wide world
given any boy of his, I’m it.
Finite, compact region of picture-taking
edge of edge, we’re a pair.
Space is known as widow-light
natural light to photograph
a critical moment, us beautiful
density, a doll of evidence
concerning we two.
The ego is fundamentally
dependent upon external object. Him.
Cauterized hoof-prints in quenched sand.
My hero I love my hero.
Bat hooked in pinkie
between palm; all information
enters the horizon
think “swings,” red
here, crimson event!
“C” on red cap, our basic particulars:
as the so-called thief
an "individual" name
matures and enters, a body of water,
(predicate only the true similitude)
My physiqued counterpart, language-soaked, I’m ready.
To defer or postpone the "I" the
younger “I” will merge into water
which presents him
in a tricky craft, itself in the particles
of torn cotton i.e.
(the Materia into the third Principle that determines the free energy that is proceeded out of the eternal Nature)
who are my game.
the inheritance of photograph.
which expands from its own heavy
momentum through its surface,
water-dive and floating.
In my picture, ugly.
It bounced off the reflected light,
emulsion: this "other" evaporated Rose
in the foreground.
Linguistic framework elaborated,
consumed my mere Grace.
James Belflower’s first book of poems, Commuter, is forthcoming from Instance Press in 2009. And Also a Fountain, his collaborative echap with Anne Heide and J. Michael Martinez, is out from NeOPepper Press. He was a finalist for the 2008 National Poetry Series and won the 2007 Juked Magazine poetry prize. His work appears, or is forthcoming in: Jacket, EOAGH,
Anne Heide is the author of two chapbooks, Specimen, Specimens (Etherdome), and Residuum::Against (Woodland Editions). Her work has appeared in various journals including New American Writing, Notre Dame Review,
J. Michael Martinez received an M.F.A. from
RECONFIGURATIONS: A Journal for Poetics & Poetry / Literature & Culture, http://reconfigurations.blogspot.com/, ISSN: 1938-3592, Volume Three (2009): Immanence/ Imminence