I.
boon of claws
for the guard
guardian of the basement
thoroughly cleaned, on hands and knees
swept, covered in white
“bring the horses in!”
across the bridge
then burn it”
(walking the miles back into the hills)
Stare now in amaze
Count slowly: one, two, three!
Raucously vital, incessant banter
Breast sweat (nipple)
"In Rome they could have teeth like that."
Also known as
Explorers without maps (nor goals) stalk the wilderness
Ancient well into sacred void
Granite ribs & groins
The interior covered with black and white checkerboard
Headed back toward his house, hours & hours
Continued speculating on his youth; negotiating an arc & arch.
We are particularly grateful.
Under the thunder
I don't want to lose you
Even for a moment even in the night
Heavy muscle momentum 'neath the rose chandelier
It all began with the Greeks
Hope/Help is very far
Forget about it
They always considered themselves white
& the
Center of shadow and darkness is the place for the white woman
Not yellow
Mouth open, he was lying
(snake in the grass)
Hung by his arms
Above the fire
A clock chimes (then ticks) downstairs
Then outside, hours from dawn
Came stalking,
distract, divide, puzzle,
Turn them over, answerless
Repetitious superstitions
Threshold of paradox,
Climax within the spectrum or field
How had she come?
Through unturned earth
Magicked space, inadvertent motion
Pollen in the puddles
"Can I have my keys?"
"I didn't know how she could tell or what."
Dense earth
ForeShortening the distance with a cloud
Her eyes begin to smart and blur
Precision of the precession of the equinoxes
"Less than indulgent
But they take care of things"
"You know why the come here, right?
For the work."
then, following a track to descend
& visible landmarks
Only known before by hearsay
look at and see things without being entrapped by them
On his back &
He on the back
Of the horse &
Them running, the horse's legs
Until a light, a fire, something bright
& them out, ghost gone (skeletal specter)
She was worried, for him
& so she watched the other longer, him as a vessel for her concern
Using it to point to bigger circumstances
He said he would try to be more aware, apologized
He wanted
Her to keep laughing
She ended
Up
Crying naked in the rain
"wait until the other side
& then remain
Longer."
A whip and a flashlight are lightning
"In virtue of its pure change, the primordial flux of experience completely eludes orthodox logical interpretation."
"One sees the things in his work as one wills, but one has seen the work itself only when one has seen the things within it in as many ways as possible."
"Silence might be described as a paradox - amplification of subtle events..."
II.
Lost dogs
in a zealously dirty book called "Witchcraft"
peripheral phenomena, invisible, infinite,
The depth of a shadow
Breath on the window-pane,
polished metal
A room wound with silk
Yellow
He spoke without turning;
He was unskilled at all
Save manipulation and lying
Finding his own advantage at the expense of others
Even those one might care for, consider sacrosanct
So there was nothing to inherit
(predilection for standing up for himself, contrary
Eyes cut straight through by the bottom of the frame
Quiet of the bottom, didn't get there first, looked through without finding
Within a grove, in the agitation of a storm, can be accurately delineated from its picture in the water.
To ensure the swimmer's silent exit, back into the dark from which he first emerged
more recent
Straight leg, long arm
Frolicking from one vessel to another
Brick got caught
Amid the violence, sounds of wild animals fighting
Too far away for anyone to witness
The Moon falling in dreams, our bed always awaits
Until what is reached, unknown now,
Hardcore present kingdom
(too much obsolete technology)
Converging in the silence
Converging over water (the still Ocean)
Two trajectories, two courses, two ways
Two paths
The proper ions, paper thin, atop
Expectations (she doesn't know why)
Doesn't look like you
His dreams are of a castle,
in the clouds
or at the peak
Of the high mountain
Then stillness again, with the great shadow flying closer
Over and done with finally...onward to Avalon (and beyond)
The seashell landmark, amid the roar.
Their voices able to be heard far off.
"What song is that she sings?"
Beyond or without?
"I didn't want to show him.
He wouldn't look upward enough anyway."
The ladder is placed in the North, then they can move upward.
She had been excited for it until its institutionalization
No benefit, only a rut of predictable disappointments
High drama, melancholic sublime
Some of them will have that
We will be able to
of the dead in slowly under the bridge drum
the breathing of an injured dog
Lake effect storm, horizontal lightning
We will return to Lone Peak
A vision that I am struck by lightning
A vision that I am struck by lightning
A vision that I am hit by lightning
Red blazing in the western sky
stepped closer to the door
Of course
She recognized the name, had played in a band together, with her, drinking milk
Smiling regardless
Running with his mouth open
The dogs hear her vomit and run toward the sound
The killer is ever greeted with a smile
Cutting across all lanes of traffic
The scarlet letter proudly displayed in the window, he desires to remain in a constant state of confusion
Sorrow
No one cares if or when
You were born
(a very sensitive sleeper$)
A man with a fatal gunshot wound, trying to wave to the crowd
Grinding your way through these long useless works
Read the green book
Protected to the death by beautiful young woman
"hungrier'n Hell"
A canyon in the very back, furthest background
Away in the same situation.
Crashed in the trees, the window must be prepared, so the window repairers arrive, and leave, just before they do.
Carrying a great amount of water with them, all through the day.
Finally seen & known as warm by them...
I've found you, I'll go on with you.
Blackened with it, kissing the tips of her fingers
Light of the Sun
Broken in the turning spokes and oblique horse shadow
Shadows of the wheel, over the stones turning and turning
Germinal silence, long before the history of human's dreams
Sunlight glaring on blood (star falls)
Paper blown in the wind, then blown again
Far enough and all the roads end
Fair hope (providence or mercy?)
Her hair cascading over her thighs
You can ask anybody
