augenblick/trembling.

sofa the brush and unrepentant my 
illustrated span stretching along 
party lines resolved me unshaking 
to pry and pipe like the linguist 
my father was, all-revolving luck 

that brandished wipes the face a- 
way from the head, bodily against 
reception or to crow-- eyes fast- 
ened on an upwinding path shining 
into eternal infinity, leveraging 

and juggling the weighty, judges' 
accumulated synch, and spiralling 
the unravelled, rapunzeller free- 
fell enough to inspire the tales: 
over the hedge, through the door; 

unlock, open unto me thou discov- 
erer of mad cerulean fire as well 
as empyrean grey foams swollen my 
absent-minded minuet crashing, as 
if the divided pulse moved you to 

mark things, make wheels, wheeled 
within stone gold-veined whose o- 
tiose futures meld and waste like 
the rushes of waving winter.. not 
that she stands without, request- 

ing entry, or that anyone peculi- 
ar stammers out a tattooing blues 
that's bound and everlasting: the 
rumour was more that dance skewed 
our bodies, folding us into acts.

mystic/archetype.

sculptor, what are your hands for 

and how have they washed? sanding 

skeleton papers surround us as if 

a fighter was overhead, or likely 

the resurrection fomented come to 

 

pass in the conception of a child 

whose sharpening twist caduceuses 

the immanence of high, alliterat- 

ing, inevitable function: famili- 

ar and gathering the scrape-along 

 

subsistent fear overcome & trans- 

muted into the cure the wound may 

only be healed by the spear which 

smote it, hills-into-pasture bold 

books everywhere you look glowed; 

some manner of archaeology is im- 

plied in the dipped pen, reminder 

to skip a step once in a while in 

a cobbled, potholed crowd: that's 

limned for theatre, lissomed that 

traces self-sufficient beatitudes 

coherently through the cables and 

elevated trains of thought eugene 

was the last man on the moon, yet 

no one can admit any unease.. you 

walked, today, too! singing swim- 

ming songs, if only in forestall- 

ing the slough of despond as well 

as the brutalist future that even 

now descends, but that child too.

mary/resolution.

bubble the remonstrances of outer 
bongolia stricken as carel giving 
over to patterns, point de capit- 
on involving and rubber meets the 
road when you run out of road but 

nothing is inessential, i had two 
hands today and when walker skies 
the bell maths puddle like enorm- 
ous oases in the root, as eager.. 
trying to forget results in paper 

balled into fists as if viciously 
french, paste-eater of an ingenue 
who was held, scrubbing, intersex 
and infixed, god what's become of 
the baby?? nothing to do with me; 

as abandoned, so below: inspirat- 
ional avant la lettre, slummer in 
the tall city, dreamt afterimages 
sinking like frontloads, inbuild- 
en ships and hourglasses, if this 

is the future are we men or what? 
scrimmaging idolatries stacked in 
careless symmetry may be swiftly, 
finally flayed, but that doesn't, 
can't mean that the technological 

chora order, as well-- who're all 
these weirdos? my throat is sore, 
pulp accumulating on my welcoming 
face, egg, too, it doesn't cohere 
into nothing but it isn't unsafe.

affix/charlotte.

middling rubbed between the hands 

of deepening, vast gods--and this 

vista--and my shells & instrument 

are combustibly toppling, falling 

head-over-heels downstairs, as if 

bent with aching farsight & main, 

elective with the rolling blur of 

mistresses and their tresses, and 

well-dressed.. telly with biscuit 

and milk, places that lifted them 

by their bootstraps thrusting our 

pall within the revolving vibrat- 

ion of ground, distant reception- 

ist in heaven's antechamber takes 

notes agreeably, yet quite still; 

singers sing to us of the jilting 

cuts and edits of spilling mickey 

finns & ensconcing the reiterated 

bull that passes for peace around 

here lately, while our dear moth- 

er rocks, rocks, and rocks in the 

rocker of redundant rest, though, 

and i must admit that if you have 

come here for straight shooting i 

have many wonderful words for you 

to examine at your leisure, swift 

judgment to deliver never on sun- 

days and often the float of disc- 

reet scrawl, that just reminds me 

to smoke uncontrollably, shaking.