“MOORED AGAINST ITS TERMINAL PIER AND COVERED WITH GNOMIC AND MEANINGLESS GRAFFITI”

“MOORED AGAINST ITS TERMINAL PIER AND COVERED WITH GNOMIC AND MEANINGLESS GRAFFITI”

sunthrummed into

a later age,

unblinking, the

world sails

from itself,

unended but

returning, bringing

us to that

blistering beginning.

EXTRICATE

EXTRICATE

doorlegged you

remain six paces

a'head, willing

prey, unwilling,

your paper-horned

Actaeon doggedly

behind.

THE MOONLIGHT OR HER SKIN [from the vault]

THE MOONLIGHT OR HER SKIN

'nunc tibi me posito visam velamine narres,

sit poteris narrare, licet!' nec plura minata

dat sparso capiti vivacis cornua cervi,

dat spatium collo summasque cacuminat aures

cum pedibusque manus, cum longis bracchia mutat

cruribus et velat maculoso vellere corpus

every night before that day,

for months, he had no sleep,

but his breath caught in his throat,

the baying of the night hounds

echoing in his ears, as he dreamt,

staggering through black woods,

the Huntress looking down

at him from the milky moon,

her blue eyes the clear pools

among the pine forests of his

sleepless dreaming—and after

those restless nights, when that

day finally came, his friends flushing

out hart and doe behind him,

with that dread pool ahead, water

gone still in the silence of his sight,

he knew he would never turn his gaze away—

EARH

EARH

the reassurance

of muddy bones,

debased and laid

down, defending

some right, some

noble dram, left

undrunk

DIMINISH

DIMINISH

lēaf tongued,

now blank, staid.

:;:

effortless, if

we claim an

air.

EVER'THING

EVER'THING

languish, you say,

cobble tongued,

a cancellation upright—

:;:

screen blind, daft,

awaiting a second's

hand to crack the

geologic emptiness

of the dry and

imagined swimming

pool.

BLANK

BLANK

eyeless ,we

slide along,

fingertipping,

sloughing off

callous, after

callous, desperate

to keep the pain

fresh, to ensure

that we know

where we are.

SIGH TUN SCENE

SIGH TUN SCENE

hear as yore chants,

on tea kin, on red,

on herd—

awl these tars

cold bay long

two ewe, in

state hay weight,

ah loan, on

scene, called end

dissed ant.

III.I.MMXIII

III.I.MMXIII

dawn raises her

self painfully from

that sharp horizon,

great guttural exhalations

escaping her ragged

maw, another sky

pressing her back

down, grim, gray,

groaning that today

is not yet

that day, not

yet ready for

some bloody beginning.

NOW HERE

NOW HERE

the new year whimpers,

as unready as Æthelred II,

unwilling to step

out of the time machine,

choosing instead, to

remain, comforted,

in the soundwaves of

another annum, unable

to expel itself from

our throats.

FLASH

FLASH

week and so

sept able—suck

you land—if

lawed—pear said

an drams, brew

said, clay aimed.

laughed on tushed,

lift on fail'd,

massed knightly, morn

and, mist—on

ray play said,

on ray play

said.