4 Posit I want but that s nothing new. I posit no boundary between us. I say you, I know you, I think so. I know what world is worldly. I know how death stays alive. I never enter third person places. I could go on forever.
5 I am that I that stations metaphor on a boat to be carried across. that makes little songs on banisters, which are slipped down. that slips down antique devices, china cutlery & white. I am coming to the point. I am come to the point. I am that I. Come to the Point
6 Day Song & this reflexivity, right now: how it bounds. how we are the sum total of our limitations. we catch glimpses. what s in the catching. what s beyond, behind, between: purple fear. bodies randomly chosen, for different reasons. dreams of form. charades. too bad, but always the knowledge, if we are lucky, of scattered constellations in the world. chewable. fragments. progress. only in patches. must. do.
7 Illinois Sky One could sink upwards into it, lose brown earthy stains. Conglomerated air-pockets, tucked into figments, wide enough to lend temporality sense, day s square progress. This I don t know about, this feeling, expanse contracted, sex impulse etherealized, I can t see this w former eyes. It is, after all, a doorstep, just me entering me again cream purse, vulval sheen.
8 Lars Palm Dream I was skulking in a dorm room with Lars Palm, who was chucking lobsters. A yellow globule tried to get our goat; a wall started talking. Lars was furious. Some girls were involved with us, as junk piled up. Lars threw a lobster at the yellow globule, roaring. It was a pivotal moment bare walls. Rubbish heap. Fucked globules. We left.
9 Eyeballs They sent a maid to clean Jocasta s chamber, a stout ex-maenad, still full of wine. She happened upon the two eyeballs of Oedipus, doused with blood, beneath Jocasta s dangling feet. They were smooth, tender as grapes. She pocketed them. They became playthings for her cats. Perhaps there is use for everything, she thought, raising a glass to her lips;
10 and if I am a thief, who will accuse me?
11 Rowdy Dream I was Andrew Lundwall s. There was a demented cook called Seana w/ tortured ringlets. There was a cooking issue, a food problem. I ate something. I stayed on the fifth floor, away from rowdies on floors two & three. My Mom broke in, spoke of better food, more rowdies. I wanted to be more rowdy, left floor five. Seana spoke gibberish to me in the kitchen. I wasn t happy or unhappy; I was in the middle. All this time Andrew Lundwall sat on a throne on
12 floor one. I was making my way down there when I awoke no food. I became rowdy.
13 To Bill Allegrezza, after reading In the Weaver s Valley I must climb up from a whirlpool swirling down, but sans belief in signification. I must say I w/out knowing how or why this can happen in language. I must believe in my own existence, droplets stopping my mouth alone, derelict, I must come back, again, again, til this emptiness is known, & shown.
14 Waiting for Dawn Ananda at Dirty Frank s in the syntax of my vodka-tonic, & in the neon smoke-rings kisses hang before breezes
15 Le Chat Noir I pressed a frozen face forward into an alley off of Cedar St., herb blowing bubbles (am I too high?) in melting head I walked & it was freezing & I walked freezing into pitch (where s the) blackness around a cat leapt out & I almost collapsed a black cat I was panting & I almost collapsed I swear from the cold but look a cat a black cat le chat noir oh no
16 Girl with a Cigarette, Modern Painters cover, January 07 You don t mean it, do you? You don t know that the blue around yr pupils is sky in a vice, that your fingers are too complicated. Nothing shows you that shadows over yr neck do not account for over-delicacy, that shoulders simply squared reveal damaged breast-matter. You smoke, not knowing. You take a drag, too picture-esque. Your pose is a pose, your cheekbones simply ash.
17 10:15 Saturday Night then like how bout we give this thing a chance or at least not bury it beneath a dense layer of this could be anyone, we could be anyone, anyone could be doing this, just another routine, another way of saying hello, & goodbye just around the corner like a dull dawn layered thick in creamy clouds, ejaculations spent
18 Jessica Smith Dream Jessica Smith was a corpse on a bed on a screen in front of me. She lay in darkness w an obscure head. I touched the screen it grew red. I touched her head on the screen & she was alive again, & blonde. I stepped back from the screen, hearing her breathing. I felt as if I had performed an exorcism this was holy water. I shook through the whole thing.
19 Dracula s Bride I married into blood & broken necks, endless anemic privation, but no regret. You see, hunger fills me. I like vampire hours (no sleep), a blood-vessel pay-check, diabolical companionship, tag-team seductions, guileless maidens about to be drunk. We know what sweetness is in starvation. We ve found, satiety is death s approval stamp. If you crave, there is room left in you. If you want, you are a work-in-progress being finished is
20 a cadaver s province. Better to suck whatever comes.
21 Lars Palm Dream, Jessica Smith Dream, and Rowdy Dream first appeared in skicha (2007). 10:15 Saturday Night first appeared in Dead Horse Review (2006). Day Song first appeared in nth position (2006). Eyeballs first appeared in Stoning the Devil (2007).
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