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

Unrequited

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.