unlock the growing wind—some padlock
on
me,
made precise, begging its gathering
…
the future is desert, speechless,
Kerry,
tabloids, pain.
Wang or Zimmer?
aside microcells, Vienna comes to
mind,
in desire, I came to senselessness,
the fugue of Bach, the dark chimney—
all made pivotal.
I prized doubt. it would suffocate
mind. I
could deny life, with privilege,
clocks would
ache—the league of lusts, wanting
to knit
feral excellence, mandolin mandarin,
justice in fair child, new birth, a
cigarette
is too much; religious methods,
inpouring
magazines, images in ceilings, a
sudden face—by an eraser in chimes,
fireflies giggling. oh Sexy Tactic,
Dear Cineplex, a movie in the mind.
Geographic Intuition—has time
killed beauty? I argue against
that. her
lovemaking is with more presence;
her arc
is explosive, filled with anguish,
touching
is
magnetic, alive with song, shroud,
eagerness;
what have I brought to the stub and
ax flame?
her brochure. her evening plans.
her media
dresses.
seabirds, symbols, rain, academia—
those phoenix wings, the way they
fire out—
to dine, and a whiff, some fragrance,
more than
mention, silent aphrodisiac: I
race to her, color has killed us,
many
are in limbo—the softer texture, a
dream for a man of slums and
fiercer wreckage.
