Thursday, November 8, 2012

Thoughts On Other Words (an erasure)

These anti-ocular repetitions become us 
I must have been referring to pills 
push-ups jacked to abstract length
Punched out moguls on our pale slope
Dumb bells by the dozens 
Your elegance a delirious lump of restored fat 

We’re rendered invisible
a quietude of pixilated transmission
where the point is to get from zero 
Sharp elbows and table salt

That’s nothing new – a sort of unlettered corpse
drumming a petition for difference
I got sideways – off the scheduled pulse.  Derailed
movement for those who refuse to move
or truncation for those in trunks 

Delicious life is thrown or imbued still
diced down
with this ring a turn of flowers anoints me
its circle becomes arabesque

Just think of the fact
wink their winks
divide the beasts that divide.  Injured and
edged out
the steady hand, the wavering tone

I hear monotheisms are all alike.  Big ears and sandals 
We ate their heros and lived to tell.  Do not forget to change
the subject
reduced to the simplest forms
I removed myself
one foot at a time.  Equal to 160 square rods by the acre 

To divulge a promissory, drag cash across a surface
sniffing air for something new.
Pricked with jellies
an exercise of teeth
dark with times impasse, emptied of curves
rhe better to simulate spin
spheres and tubes
parked in their boats

Rotations without mechanical parts
entice reaction
pellets in the eye

A traumatic exit closed the body to new investment
The wound reveals initiation or closure.  A classic carousel
She rides The Whip or The Deacon of Night
A sine wave
immanent poetic with no entrance
projectile arced or curved

We enclose work and let no light in 
The craven tune erased – forgetting time
the million daggers falling false from the sky 
image diluted
in search of a tree.  The desert plants
Each pleat an affirming push

Relief is as relief was.  The forgotten morsels
all feel
A tightrope on the appointed land
coming together to swim laps in
the sultan's soup.  His lips famished and unnaturally droll
Beyond leather bound – folded in time that stops
for no attack.  Time that gives the people what they want.

Birds until the night swallows their song.
Lost in the borough, no bridge to brook the flow, no sea to settle
The stoop birds approach.  The marvelous perch dispersed.

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