Issue 12 – Summer 2007 – Tim Keane

Tim Keane


Waving Surface of Spring Flood

water waves on the silkscreen
draw down harmonies waxing
waning: ink-squibs fade in fog
seen so well until new seeing
moves me into myself, off, out
into a strange flux & fluid life 
of fishes




Klimt’s women spin, 
helplessly jettisoned 
by a bubbling river 
of plasma; the slip-
stream of bodied
-rushes is not 
within the fish, 
for how could a fish 
be jettisoned within 
its own vessels? 
thus, the artery’s 
a marvelous outside-in, 
viz., existence, the sentence 
whose predicate is 
strictly conveyance.



Tim Keane’s poetry collection Alphabets of Elsewhere is coming out this fall from Cinnamon Press, and he is finishing a new volume, Something Classical in Three Chords. He lives in New York City.