By the light’s races which took me to you
I began with the shadow
and forclosed my speech –
obscuring the eyes, as if I can read
what remains unseen: a shade
holding the stars that rush away from the outer limits
of the city –
rose galaxy lost,
whose conductions motion me
accorded by all that goes missing
now I am operated as an idea,
and at last this moment is fitted
and loses its place,
whose indistinction designs
a new lack of personality,
and so refreshes us forever.
For the fitting must articulate the moment we resurrect –
New suit and tie –
Crisis and psyche entwined –
I remain
with you wherever you depart –
as love reinvents
classes are described by the new usages.
Articulating my expulsion
clapped free of
the epoch and its landing flash,
I recover the shadow –
the hospitals blossom only for you, to water
the life, whose affection
embraces this clairvoyance
as it encases the light with a coating of silver,
such that the flame rises within a mist
of the consciousness that is its containment,
the scenes of its existence going up
as a cloud of perfume commercials.
Glints of mortality interupt the reverie, the ascent
reaching after an extreme, until its escalation
breaks upon an always deepening inflection of fact –
this whole new world of facts
which has just begun
to experience us for the very first time.
Soon enough another rose will lose its authority
as a velvet warrior of wallpaper entombs the sea
for which I speak,
back-lit by this rain that will only walk
because it never thinks
while standing forth its behemoth of décor,
the era is already bled
to death at the hands of all spaces.
Kiss on my hand
waved forth by the new life, whenever the life
waves onwards like a woman
changing her mind –
to weigh us down with magnetism
lifted by this exit that compels you –
and fall again into life
and so acquit of all purpose our characters –
as when one’s hope has no use, and freedom
proceeds from suspended emergency.
Quivering alongside your disquiet is this stalk
of spearmint, glittering
alone as it bristles with heightened sensitivity,
and amplifies itself
at the Arctic Circle’s heart.
The corduroy lamp stains us
with many lights
listing as I write, misplaced
and out of joint
for you what belongs nowhere
and to nobody: many variations of plantlife
who love to be sung to and touched
often, and the faculty office tether into focus:
a butterfly net – whose swishing
bypasses this network
and squadrons of the policing parrots – a total
broken off the repetition of idea
into randomized particles of speech.
Moods as catches: a holiday
butterfly – and once it is set off – realizing
many events – insurgency budget
invest of its celebration –
a sparksurpasing all sequence, as you resign
the purpose and result, to cure
of the straight jacket ordaining want, and tie
of magic separations this noose
going to flower.
Every thinking miracle –
alienate and smear the page
with clarity; for the task is to disinclude, and so find
distinction you’d have never known was there.
It is a flesh renewal each ommision purifies,
as friendship encircle
a hollowing spot
you learn the repulsion
is a secret to invert, and so invite
what welcome turns
the exclusivity you design
so as to stimulate something special –
and rotate and give away
smile of the friend defusing function,
nerves “going for it,”
a disimilarity recovered
by shown spasms of attitude –
for the hilarity breaks
aquarium hysteria –
and health resurgence, as the agencies are detached
by fascination and study of toxin –
circled when every station accepts a driving impulse
to insult
and imposture –
any and all feature is justified,
raising sensitivity
like hairs:
a skin that stretches its horizons
as the distinguished equals drop from pattern.
When it rains
it pours –
feels allowed as ever to speak on my behalf –
a market biology – afternoon
twilight drop two style points
off the exhange –
and the marigold conglomerate
as the diary extend my anatomy,
a jacket lining today
of acts
incorporated
and unknown –
overheard as this surface Angel
compiling annuity the Peach Arsenal –
as I can see now how you roughen the light
to be rumpled history –
when I watch for myself,
as if a bystander
rising with the lilac tide. And the nose is a locator –
searches waylaid ecstasies of fluoroscence
for the request: the honey-suckle drifters, who smile and tip
their hats, ticking by
one after another as they pass.
It came off as no secret
and the aspect
broken off moments, the light
placed, so that existing
just now you reminded me of
a rose, imaged
the way the curtains shift
you past the horizon,
with a rippling gesture to reflect
– as flesh chases wind –
the impermanence you seek.
And the utterance
lifts, when borne forth hesitating it is an energy
concretizing,
to unfasten the dragon’s tail
from a reality which credit
deadpans all over the pilloried earth –
until siblings
blazing contrast the trial
merged oceans
with those writing clans
to behave
as if there can be no interest in a part
or whole; creatures not of light
or shadow, to evaporate as an empire
dialed downwards, until its resolution
alights as a figured seed of thousands –
one alone absorbs of gravity
company collect
by rumor
at lost controls –
for a writing table will atomize
the five days business week,
whose exploits put to aspersion of
use our writing tribes
who make these rains of no capital –
policy parrots and rentals of fun
that if the desert’s every corner fold
and return their favor –
to unladen its meaning
such that a three sides weekend consciousness can spell
the infinitude with a next story: spirits
who insinuate the existence gaining by every leap
and crack unaccounted for –
who are the grass signatories that inform my lamp
and by whose lights I am an attracted
mist of fragment – for the generator is an enmity –
see its kissing repellents charge
with outgoing charm the welcome lightyears gathered as lakes,
whose innings twitter and split
as the phrase and life communicator.
Souvenirs treated of
storied sound
place beside me my timing –
reading schedule –
white heat of paper and sweat
at night –
anniversary flowers
and fruit of seasons’ machinery put aside
as a reminder –
my interval
of renewed exhaustion –
lights filtered into that function
sprung as powers off the bottom –
and lamping further returns,
a canary skirt
moonlighting as a skylight illuminates the page.
And floods
as I am the page now if cut
identity of flowers,
to be twisting my way up
canary skirt,
you can see us by their thief
and the more fun to be had –
I have another look
and dandelion identity
– a millionth tear
scything its way open, and crystal emancipation
for catches of the rose and throat
dissolved, another crime wave has swept the city
it is the wine in my feet –
to chirp and have fun,
who are stealing the way out
War or Linguistic Capering
by Vladislav Davidzon
They squawk at those around them> And squirm. Squirm and sonorize.
Squirm and sonorize for the Kashubians. For them that are tonguing my palatalized consonants–Those spokes of my lyrical lenition. Afternoon lengthening and softening gently spoke declension, bicycle through Georgetown. The Invasion of Gaza. The situation like Grimm’s Law is rooted in the Indo European fricative. Sonorization of the chance for peace is synchronically contrived. A diachronically asphyxiated aspersion. An older man shines my shoes, unto shimmering. The Simmering sonorous, with sonorous intervocalic contraction of the lingular flap, much alveolar flapping. Nascent glotallization, a glib gibbering. “Nay, they are at there end, the leather crackled.” We were appraised that the morphological routes are bustling. causative and restive. Implosion being the only possible dilation darning the substration of autosegmental phonology.
The freckled, enthralled third, nothing yet grand or sullied. A bold partition. This or that, delights the melodic truncated cusp. Tapestry of stitched affinities, woven in racionative aduation, shading into that fated, fabled sleep. Obedience was expected. Cassirer’s beak scraping the bottom of a cup of that same poison. After the grain of happenstance Levinas told me to reconcile the ingratitude of the other to the undertaking of pure loss.
Spun of green silk. Natty balm.
