20-29 Jan

20 Jan

Deeply disturbed by vermin in his sleep
    An arid forgetful and arrogant ear
Abstracting the feathers with a snap of his finger
   He falls, a pansy freaked with jet
     upon the bosom of the air
Boundless depth of the infinite    at 10x lightspeed
“Too flattering-sweet to be substantial -
If schoolboy tassles speak out airy echoes
that they assume a body too he must allow.
In the sallow brine    mine ancient leathery skill
was dipped in silver, and now a bell
claps in it, mauling my greens.”
Sprouting from flint back pleasure
new wings of leather     bound
unwieldy, slow, heavy, pale as lead.
One raised in a cage
will grasp the force of his voice's scorching diary
happily craving night till it be morrow.

21 Jan

The exact match
retracted from touch
didactic or fantastic
the prejudice of lunch
space filling
red tufts
wrinkled like the sea
feet, four, teak
broadly parting
when she sat up
dreamed an emperor
ass to air
floating downriver
concealing her identity
from the ceiling
vivid green collar turned up
& asleep to her check
evening transpired
behind a turned-away duck
o de oaten reed rush
parlayed with wonderful feeling

*

Leafing the catalague "See -
a reservoir of feelings
lumped in with the ology
some grass just stands still
he's very concerned with love
& smirked at milky memories
can't multiply but retains some ambition
is kind as you are human
or not Beelzebub
it's the volume of the sleeve
or the flatness of the horse in the lightning
Who can afford these masterpieces,
thieves?
The Decorated Duke with the soft face
breathed a sigh of relief
pax purchased or bequeathed
chimney-piece
prime tiles birds on the threshold
a few books a bronze bowl hanging shawl
lion in his robes
Tall shadows

22 Jan

Some ungiven progress swells the lungs
& walks us down the street
The entire dinner structure of red meat & green beens
His daily activity from 1868-1940
Beard-growing
All self-portraits relegated to black-and-white
impossible to judge the colour of his hair
The heir of a soldier-turned-tax collector
Success improbable
but this type of support provided absorbent qualities
   and a base for colour harmonies
Droning martially from the bedroom down the hallway
The meaning of "secular' impossible to measure
on this background
At this obscure place
in the development of the human race


[edouard vuillard comes home]

27 Jan

(Bitching at Critchley)

The sensation of contraction
brought on by the gleam in his eyes
upturned, teeth sharply optimistic
"We can only rejoice"
Each of the smaller outfits across the country
receives a bigger garbage truck
One territory expands at the expense of another
The gourmet taste of their labor
stinging the lips of simplicimus
Elephants at the watering hole suck
driven to the mystical jungle
Says the voice: colour your choice

Sunday retiring into
machinations of the wrapper
an indefinite distance across the border
reflection line
overtaking the roughish edges of the air
The amulet you wrap me in
House arrest & care
"If you can't blame a guy for trying
cut a hole in my head & pour the love in"

*

Twin spear of light
revising your seascape painting
cracking across the red fibrous ejectamenta
at the current's turn
The lipstick splits in two
the air in the bathroom wears
an inside out sweater
Each individual crucible

despoiled with a blush
a winking blinking crush
"If you didn't do it, you were whacked"
I remember
the bulb over the moth’s nest
protoplasmic connection
explosive doses
rhythm of beating
Get a sense of the web's extent?
Whirpool tour through the
phantasmagoria
would not endure
ventriloquism
thought it merely a bleak superstition
sexless heretics
the house shakes
the water & my ear clicks
sincerity stretched doglike & unexamined
Unlike the tongue
the grass grows back


28 Jan

Politics of zither
50% plus one
who steps up
as the car stops
some other doppelganger
grades the reflexion
extraordinary companions
lovely, real, tired on the way to drugs and society
redundant in rubber / as foam
aristocratic rat-catchers
working at making something
of our snowbound hours
the organization of a difficult position
is reality satire
No ink-blots anymore
Loud neon outline of clouds

*

                      Everyone started wearing

                      ratty sweaters &

                      worrying about money
poisonous noises
forced & boiled air

                      our hair fell out

                      overnight

her back to the highway


                      the saucers accumulated more chips

we ate less and less endlessly for dinner

                      boiled parsnip & pair of M&Ms
clothes did not suit us
          our bared gums

“chinks in the china” / “jews in my gym bag”

it'll work out
         stalk tips
    dusting the sandwich
mustard gas after beer

bleak night of a leafless tree
     to one in rain who finds
        their house in it


29 Jan

The end which wends thoughtlessly through
the skin & bones

*

Sand enveloping the flesh
ashes into the urn, urn into the sea
who waits at the end of the hall
smoking a cigarette, checking a text message
   especially the pool of melted snow he stands in
expanding to touch your toe
whether you go or no
the stupid prejudice of originality
twitching wire
sagging under the snow-covered evergreen

*

Bird-motion between window and brick wall
who builds with it
motion of wave
under the growing icicle

plunging down the stairs
felt through the couch
extra scarves draped colour everything
the natural rattling

stitching of the marginal
three open-mouthed Belgian brothers
(white still) in short pants, eyes waffling
on the snail-track, enduring the arrows

screwed on tight as to not evaporate
then opened the door
to a kind of superstition
a cantaloupe sectioned on brown paper

who bares the gash to air
gathering in still places
blotting out the face
whiteness fluttering above the collar

*

Shedding feathers till the end of the weather
A stain that looks like a face
A beast drives by
Its engines whine
It has six trunks and no teeth
The tactile experience of the pigments
Solvent stripped
among the earth-toned coats & slush
smack on her lips, the mauve lipstick
an amber cure for one grisly gray day
pigeon shaped & rustling breast
A strong nude made of stone, that would fade into the stew, if blue

Enchantments & regret
Burned every atom with radiation
I have wrapped my head now and am ready to