As unmitigated sound un
mediated
tone of possible
palpable presences
morning hints warily at
wounds
at the tip of trust
of harbinged rhythms
to tug at the poetic handle
that
scans sense of self
as an unmundane possibility
true to beginnings true
to
the etched tenacities that
bring to an end –
ا
the wind as bard which
seed
remembers?
where did the tincture
burn the
slowest? the wind as bard
which
noose gathers
loss as sisters try to
forget &
can’t
ب
When everything everyone is either an
enemy or friend or both there is no
time to pause and hence all the more
reason to pause the violence
of mere being has its moments the
gratitude of having been intrudes your
present it wants to discover what
lies lie ahead that would soothe the
grit of being of having been of
wanting to be a little less afraid
than absolutely essential to get by
get along with friends enemies both
پ
the will as voice no
heed none
which the rasp of life
bade well
this kiln where the ink
boils life
into verse the will is
voice heeds
none
is there an interpretive danger that
calls my soul to yours yet
spills out errors
spells our errors? yes I have trussed up
garbage and so I know, and
so I know you cannot come to voice until you say no
no?
the farce is plentiful, beatific, solemn its doorknob knows why you sleep
the poems of disneyland are churn
their premise
their promise
is neverland
The ownspace for mind-
keep the penance for being open to word
this ownspace to mend
The gashes of yell,
tremor preaching tremor long knives as
promises of metal
whence the turbulent tinder
whose house it was that burnt
which sun
bore the killer’s knife
edged into the voidless
whorl?
i.
The poesy sharded in me with
in walls off
guard without gardenshame with
out the muscle
required to hum a pointless tune
within reason
ii.
Quick as the largeness of
loss of
design quick as the mouth
of each wound
surrounds
this ball of care this suffering of love in arms that
fall out of voice out of knowing who where what to write
Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 