They once gathered more
to listen to some upstart
play Faure; today my belt
perks awry as nocturnes
play through laptop fan
static, but Mozart knows
that life is like this, hear,
says he, disregard plastic
medium.
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
I sat again
at that focal
dip,
where masts bend
into a dome
into a dome
frame
that supports
a spectral
ceiling,
that city lights
a spectral
ceiling,
that city lights
pierce
that parade and
swivel
But when the sharp
point from Moby Dick
point from Moby Dick
fine
sea food inches
between my
ribs
and the pizzeria
on the shore
slides
neon into my side
and they lift
me,
I imagine, as
I imagine, as
wonder
drains
onto pavement,
onto pavement,
that skywards,
lady
lady
familiarity parts
the worn
the worn
fabric
between Mars
and unknown
between Mars
and unknown
suns,
says, "they who wield
electric spears want
jerky,
jerky,
not succulence." She
says I must now
says I must now
escape.
Thought is a homely nurse
Haze
until my split-
image arrives
He is casual
as if to bare
face
behind
skin is common
and he says
yes,
I am clarity,
your neighbors
play bop-it or moan
but you can't disoblige
them, flesh is fire
and they ache,
but you thought
as much in the fog.
Look:
you saw the chandelier's
tusks, and pictured
ivory,
but you can hardly kill
her outright. Shall I take
you by the hand, draw
more?
You nod,
hardly listen, weary-
pupils, let me tuck
those lids over, but know
that in the fog
you can only
quake.
I let him go,
the flame grows
damp, and a still
air rises.
until my split-
image arrives
He is casual
as if to bare
face
behind
skin is common
and he says
yes,
I am clarity,
your neighbors
play bop-it or moan
but you can't disoblige
them, flesh is fire
and they ache,
but you thought
as much in the fog.
Look:
you saw the chandelier's
tusks, and pictured
ivory,
but you can hardly kill
her outright. Shall I take
you by the hand, draw
more?
You nod,
hardly listen, weary-
pupils, let me tuck
those lids over, but know
that in the fog
you can only
quake.
I let him go,
the flame grows
damp, and a still
air rises.
Trouble sleeping on interesting sheets
Laden, a shade
steps along a scaffold.
He looks over
the edge and below
orange energy
pulsates. He observes,
-if I dip
my face into this broth
viscous from adren-
aline shivers, I may
bloom
and petals curl
around unused
thoughts and brush
off
the dust, and laughter
rise, as if skin knows
pleasure; I need only
swim
and let orange swells
engulf second-thoughts
and feel
electric curls
where a cry is a slide
to a hiccup
and bliss wells
over-
he turns the corner
and lays in shadow,
for there were no thoughts
there, he saw no thoughts.
steps along a scaffold.
He looks over
the edge and below
orange energy
pulsates. He observes,
-if I dip
my face into this broth
viscous from adren-
aline shivers, I may
bloom
and petals curl
around unused
thoughts and brush
off
the dust, and laughter
rise, as if skin knows
pleasure; I need only
swim
and let orange swells
engulf second-thoughts
and feel
electric curls
where a cry is a slide
to a hiccup
and bliss wells
over-
he turns the corner
and lays in shadow,
for there were no thoughts
there, he saw no thoughts.
There was a game
where two magicians
played ball. The first
threw it to the sky,
above the clouds
and it was afloat
a zephyr and native
to the wind, and then
the latter took control
and the ball abruptly fell
and his arms shook
but it plummeted
until above his head
it plumed and haze
and vines birthed
with petals that curled.
The former's feat
may have been laudable,
but the audience could
remember nothing.
where two magicians
played ball. The first
threw it to the sky,
above the clouds
and it was afloat
a zephyr and native
to the wind, and then
the latter took control
and the ball abruptly fell
and his arms shook
but it plummeted
until above his head
it plumed and haze
and vines birthed
with petals that curled.
The former's feat
may have been laudable,
but the audience could
remember nothing.
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