Thursday
waking to a vertigo [state]ment
between calendar days i yell-
.o. suppose wednesday’s imbroglio hooks
not but for nothing else & then
subconsciously allegorical
one eye straggles. to the other red i
believe hump day failed conceptually
like monday. & ordered promise
i have learned to be certain is speculative.
hypotheses no more mathematical
to cradle than lines etched in your hand. & listen ::
the reel/eight track or digital divide.
subtracting always already equals
what becomes of bebop is what
i asked my-main-mane-leon. the other day
holding up the corner—: a column liberating
his body parts. interdependent synonyms
nothing but bone—: he said dig it cuz’
life doesn’t have to be. a recurring sequel
the progression in the frame’s [shudder]
hybrid & rainbow leon was topography
in the air. i left my last word up.
There Lived a Family with a Daughter
there is a flash flood on minnesota ave., the light
april rain drumming against the rooftop. a bedrock
of blue rattles inside the apartment. no one sleeps
here. small remnants left in the abandonment.
another thunderclap .tonight. where lil lulu?
a forlorn aftermath through windowpanes will not reveal
once, the bumbling dance of mortals, the bleakness
ate itself into cracked walls, o the despair, o the echo
of music still here. laughter, a family once laughed
drowning, a chorus of spirituals could not save them.
there is a flash flood on minnesota ave., the light
our father’s did not salvage nothing but an elegy
on the avenue, in broad day or night there is a shadow
hear lil lulu whistling to the johns in the alleyways.
The Weight of All Things
once there were particles, atoms clung
together & glue
there were noises from the bang
another universe begun, life
& the body formed, a shape
obtuse the head splendid. o human.
o being—
heaven often fails the galaxy
lifted from a sinner’s pocket
come now & reconsider. come now,
the body writhe—
upstream,
creational myths begin in err—
inside the receptacle a door
opening to another door
biology & bees alongside birds
procreate
to earth’s rotation we build.
More Clearly To See
for Ed Roberson
one could wonder simply about nodal points—the long black camera’s lens, aerial shots & each quadrangle more linear & the green ever-so-clear. rotating helicopter blades churn splitting quite freely decomposition. but the brain will think not about narration but it is. atmospheric within conditions weathervanes point southeast but more lower. the central region crisscrossing & a shooter all focus in on the [object]. feathering away a description of swallows murder the skyline more tranquil. curving the bent trajectory between blades the shooter looks out to get more closer in. photography demands sepia through the scope but it could be a barrel. outside the grassy knoll certainly (shots fired) the view under the clip of a pine banking northeast hung inside another horizon—