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pinethrob
the pine of the just throbs with
the thread of dark bring on
the sieve this incessant tao
at rest how to enact this rite
of flow in tears? as we edge
off to the tip of hell, we shimmer
iii pretenses
I.
the fresh wound
tells
me to climb
to sing I
cannot tell whether the door is valid
or if it just pretends to be near
II.
spring pretends to know –
the jar of heaven
tells a tall story
I listen the ink
dries sooner than
the parchment can
say goodbye I listen –
there is a night some
where willing to
be stone there is a
need sometime to be –
there is always time
III.
an unflower pretends –
the grain of resistance
slows down the intake
of bloodalcohol
as you slump into an un
dead sea you wake up
to unknowns we talk
of blood, alcohol
the dregs of tao
i.
wangwei spoke of a distant t’ang
no longer viable
as nature dufu laments laments
his song his
children poor his ambition sharp
sharp till
he channels laotsu but he is late
the river recalls
—
ii.
a bedevilled notion of bloodflow has
ancillary cooptions
tooting a mandatory horn we have
algebra lessons as
our guide to a moral aesthetic (so
foundations are
necessarily wrongfooted) beyond what
the rope of an
eyelid can climb behind actuarian
uncertainties
lie certain possibilities the rope
is mountain –
—
iii.
a burnt conscience stokes the
lament of
objectionable beauty this
form that
begat the warmth of forgetting
now heat
now axis now the plumb of
terror woven
—
iv.
Dread is my mouth’s resonance dead is
the willingness
of its voice which voice? the stone
demands which
need goes in search of this voice? the
stone is now rock
in becoming in riveting itself to the
tales of two pasts
one which is my mouth’s resonance one
which is its voice
—
v.
so we can say physics is the aftermath
of reason
ethics the shell of the shell & art?
art is
the longing for wrong when right-left
revels as an unjust di
chotomy –
ii trembles
the loam – ripe with glut
of worm – spills
a bony secret onto verse
shell this
bearing noosing of nuance
blips purple
anger blips ammonia as
the goings of
tremendousness gather as
we tremble salt
—
In whose silence does water bleed? through
which path to stone does life run its course?
when does the machine begin to reflect upon
Its lie? where can the parched eagle soar
if not in my dungeoned voice? how can summer
tell if it is a mere shadow of winter?
What does it matter if the life
of an atom is halved and there is silence,
some tremble, and then bloodbath?
ii variations on song
i.
do you look the weeping weapon
in the eye do you stand in stead
of mirth can we speak
the sated vowel as birth as threaded
song did you peel the sung of heaven’s ceiling?
ii.
the poem makes exception
rule the creed of gift
crasses by unsung as we
collect mistakes hoof
prints of past songly
cast as exceptions which
the poem rends to correct
the sunken star
the sunken star
let me know the
grazen palm
root the banished
star whose time had
run the sunken
tepid humless star
whose time began
with the rootless
par come leg this
withered washed unspun
roar the banished
star whose wicked warp
has thanked begun
let me know why each
vessel woofed my edgeless
bark the sunken star
each starless known
