the Plough
mild as the drop Dipper. sea sickness well in my face. that i have no business walking and making a name in the selfsame streets. up for any notice. shops. gates to lofty offices. sun at six in the evening falls dead over me. that fiery face holds black terror. i sat him down at the Leopold Cafe and watched the drink disappear. the brink. divines mercy now. blackness. shewing hunger. pity his fingers that marble must obey. Rahab. nitrate fallout. it was the purple cherubim ravished her and drank. hold the stretch. instinct. shadows lengthen. thought the clouds go nuclear. bowed to strong construction. Sin sat straight-backed. the sofa gave. but she merely played with her food. ridiculed the prices.
Notes: Some material from Blake’s “Milton a Poem”
spillage
i have been one to push aside intentions. for a spell. sipping coffee i can barely mark out the bottom of. a walk in newly caulked alleys. Chinese rooms. lekta. parrot bones fallen silent. irregular maps setting the playground for reinfusions. the rains splashed against mud. then stones. clay/ the blinking/ irradiation. false puzzles invite a dialogue. mezzanine of a library. the speaker calls upon phantasmata. open queries of his listeners enlivened. i spill some on the way out. spreads on the cloth like a fresh batch from the refinery.
Notes: lekta used in the Stoic sense of “sayables”
effete
splitting the old comforts into ripened halves. repenting a good day’s writing. all thumbs. a line makes for an image. yoking considerations. action figures. sharp vertiginous allies.
“His Majesty wished to see this singular quadruped walk
and even run; the entire court
was present and her gaits,
especially running, appeared
completely extraordinary...”
city within false inflections. try naming a few. those clarifications routinely visited. necking affinities. possibilities. pavements juddering from the impact. tram meeting the corner. negotiates at breakneck speed. sparks. possesses.
Notes: Quote from Lageux, “Geoffroy’s Giraffe”. Line breaks put in