here, vision, the unknown quantity
under the horrors of digestion
journeying to france or arizona
addressed as an island among islands
though tense and in no real direction
hah, suffer, the word is written
and undressed the next night
under blank space lost blank space
a moment of hesitation
and the phone line sounds disconnect
I am the god of my being
the bloodwaltz of the head
I am what arrives in quiet
you are the god of my being
all I’ve ever loved
held in twelve receipts
first noise then silence
brightly rejected by the mind
nerves stinging in one act
the curtain rises
and the sun sets
on my empire
a world cast
before its mold had set
a mold wrought
before its maker had woken
a maker born
in a loose fitting suit
a suit tailored
before the boy was born
an arrival in three parts
and whatever sounds better
in common conversation
raven mocker
transparent body
visitor with
two right wings
I am heavy
you are electric
I am thin
you are present
the character is not mine
the presence of a pigfisted
barrelchested so and so
protector
give me your best shot
driver
let the wheel drift awhile
sweetheart
dig more holes
set no more mines
incensed and writhing
magnificent unlost
only ever always almost
shut up and set up
your microphone
and give me your best shot
I am a black sheep bleached white
(not everyone wants to know that)
aged gray and unposed
I am a coward
shot from cannon to fairchild
and there has never been a breath
in my lungs
that could sustain a saint
I am so frail
flung harmlessly through
a world unconcerned with
where I was going
yet to learn
where I had been
I hear horses racing desperate
under search lights and war drums
I am a body that slips back to life
my hands are spiderwebs
my papers are forged
the times are weird and raw
it is a considerable effort
in any direction
the news is good
but the delivery is sloppy
and I do not seem interested
the world reveals itself far too slowly
and I am far too impatient
in any direction
I am never alone
but the company is not very good
and I do not seem interested
misunderstanding / ‘an inability to enter into spontaneous communication with the affective lives of others’ / pinned young liberal to my chest / the room bends swells realigns and centers upon him / lost sovereign / he breathes decent into my ears / eases up / draws lines / comforted by his miasmatic loss / afforded / overgrown valleys of the beaten
unreason, yourself
and your own
gentle histories
you challenging
those so indelicately
let to be no longer
wholly preoccupied
nothing said so abruptly
and with such harmony
leaving little more than
righteous derivation
and its endlessly nested
fragmentations
a word written that breathes
and speaks in tone and time
far more than itself; a phrase
of five words that projects images of magnitudes
some thousands of times greater than
their sum; a sense amplification,
at once humble and dominating,
skillfully tracing stilled links
between intention and action;
moving at all godforsaken
speeds at once itself in all directions
and yet this is the direction it takes,
and this is how long it will take,
written and guided divinely, under what
pretense is this not scripture.
