autodidactic/folk.

self-begotten suturer & psychoan-
alysis stutters insisting: around
the table with blackening candles
all lucent and may weather autumn
until it's shaken into resolution

by the fraternal nemesis, winter,
or perhaps the depth is forgotten
in its palimpsest of waxy guilt &
the memories proceeding from ages
of innocent childhood which clash

insofar as waves, breaking upon a
shore can be said to renounce the
legacies, equalities, and frisson
that, required of them at our own
hands, distill their personality;

i don't like to see hard thoughts
but i don't really hate anything,
either: mind/psyence redissociat-
ed like the undertow of physical-
ly healing--and recover my eyes--

rhyme, for god's sake, however in
debt and inundated with the shake
rattle and rolling electronics we
built with our own bright spectre
of shirka's eye, the movies spool

like 1950s america, when all of a
sudden something finally happens,
and the permanent immanence leapt
into my arms marking me faithful,
great, kerouacian rant undrunken.