The Galloping Man
placing, a look
or, recreation, rewards or to a mind
a perfect tool
or, law. At last
if it had been the turning of a water wheel
A rope, or green
standing in, closer
to hand, is lost, in arms
on seeing, early on, a hold, or, in hand
a title, a given space
as upon question, or, appellation, a spur
or, so to convey
in alternating causes, in states and professions
a line on end
in cloth, in measure, in anonymity and in parodies
familiar. Passing fast, in jolly tapers and leagues
and in the interest of descriptions, turning back
to rote places, to notes
a certain sun, and moon and stars
and out of house, a useless emulation
getting to, or, not to use
a looking outward, in secret, deciding
it is latent, and pause
and lasting into song. how does
a body know, here is a hand, and here, is a sentence
what’s riding on hearts
and would you could express it
with stone and bitumen
a hedge of hide and chatter
for the anonymous flip, of a coin.
to sing, of time and of distinctions
of cause and of case
and not to measure, the merits
in very idiosyncrasy
asserted, in room of learning and sufficiency.
the swift and stubborn and medley appointment.
the predilection, quietly, transparency
must be pronounced transparency
must be pronounced insistence
and handed on.
or did not think in terms of Sinai.
a detail of anatomy, say.
a knot in a rope.
and to be shamefully naked.
this comes in the form of an emergency.
this comes in the form of a middle voice.
this comes in the form of a pretty bride.
and this is the poetry
of having known the light of common day.
deeply. and necessarily.
readily. and necessarily.
to wish to pause
and planning, planning to return
are of the page, to reflect
is to reflect, of our own say
and welcome, are key, are enough
are unexpected, are at hand
and is, perhaps, again, the very room
to be in company
in company, to see
the page, or turn to see
of any sudden, or, guessing, or play
be it large or small or van or boon
at different rates of tour
no inherited fit or repertoire
fit or altered, or pathe or incidental
and there is, immersed
in how, of, say, pretense, or lectern
another note or bar or margin
and of the eye
replaced, by sound
the ear can see
a margin or purpose
and of these, to see
not only feeling but is an episode
the chance arrival of pacts
proper to, or, gives way to new
is apt, or, to be permitted
the square of a face
serious and hurry it
each counts, is really stands alone
or are comic, and exact
and curves, into furniture
in a turn, in a tumble
a shrub or suburb
the sudden leads to fit in hand
in no sense of the page
to capture, or ledger, or region
not to say, so unlikely
from time to time, in any landscape
a series of rushes
an arrow off a thread
fiery, and even fidgety
before whom, to quite suddenly
which marks those who work when they need not
a great house
but because, and, so unlike it, it fits
that these are all, or, so
so to reflect
reflecting is enough, and always, to surprises
Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino was born in Greenwich Village, New York, and was raised in both the city and in the country across the Hudson River in New Jersey. He was educated at home, eventually to enter Fordham University where he received a degree in philosophy. His poetry and prose have appeared in Barrow Street, The Germ, jubilat, Washington Review, Xcp: Cross-Cultural Poetics, Onedit, Cordite Poetry Review, Nthposition and Xcp: Streetnotes. His interview with the English writer Colin Wilson appears in The Argotist Online. He lives in Brooklyn Heights, New York, where he works as a private docent.