Friday, April 22, 2011

333. A Song for Each Week of the Year

1.

slight of
hand’s height
as a palm

fronded
fingers filter
light


2.

scarfèd
face un-
nosed to
h/air

          the
watch
waits it


3.

dozens of
with-
drawings
slipt out
of place

versions of
broken
sleeping


4.

the bristling
smaller than
wait

          when
grows it
shrinks to
needled
brightness


5.

concurrences
in abject shadow

slender revelations
a flight

the jet
moves (liquid,
black)

through over
and over


6.

he wedges
knee

          she
set ever
the peel

lees &
less


7.

folded & taupe
hills tinged
with clouds

transparency
shadows mosses
& massing

green

as it would
be


8.

a clutch
of almonds
palmed

erasings of
fortunes

what yields
from hand-
blossom


9.

shafted sun
light

          shifts
in eyesight’s
twitch

          the heft
of raising
shuts the lid


10.

enters forward
through liquid
memory of dreams

world of boxes
and she
is not in one


11.

gone in a sense dear
the hereness remains

can almost
hear it


12.

ear emptied
outer & turned
out

          he smelled
it coming


13.

he met
the counterthought
within her speaking

suspicions also
aroused


14.

silence
in slices

the saliences
each caught
between them


15.

the word listsome
the word rainwright
the word curlous
the word strail


16.

shoveled back
all fetid dreams

wiping sweat
from rows
of corn

crotch-high
to sunset


17.

a one
of clubs

in a body
of water—lake,

river? in green
& rounded

a black flake
drifts over
sight

Does it
slake?


18.

he adjusted
for the heat

just seated
and slated

for sleep
turning weakly

and towards


19.

whenever
the fever

flushes red

warm
onrushes
of joy


20.

unsettling
out of the
ch-ch-chair

over us
the chill of
waking


21.

trees to the top

mount peak
in dully clouded

what springs gives
way to sprays

scentless garland

each droplet as
a kissed


22.

husks of
fine burlap

ripped apart
to show little
pulsing veins

lidless eyes
breathless for
imagined pity


23.

wet tattoo
pulsing
with the push
of blood


24.

a flash
of an eyelash

it ties
his hand


25.

Volubilis
with sound
a mockmeant
word succumbs

drained
it limps
off into another


26.

whisk from the
breadth of a
breath

          let out

nipples of hair
at the nape

all are erect
and attentive

to the nested
wishes


27.

at a calamity
scriptorius

          with marrow-
ink darkness

the bed’s bled
red & what

she said was
breathing

out


28.

dredge
the edge
through a dreaming

its seam is sewn
but straining

a breast would
extrude

          yet
all these syllables
deep in muck
& silt

hold it till
the slit

& slip


29.

she was draped
by hunger

          huge
for sleep and
blundering for purchase

if the light ’tweren’t
so dim something

would come
from this


30.

vowels hooting
in the bark

the words are
full of leavings


31.

twinned
by a oneness

a toe taps
with another toe

ravenless, the sky
still seems
pregnant with
foreboding

the lake below
is deep in blue


32.

flesh
of the phallus
in flesh
of the slit

the perversion
of fitting
the version
to it


33.

windvalve
& creation of shifting

would in the
movement of a leaf
the petal would
shiver

shimmer

her mane was leafy
or tailed

heartshaped
in her disappearance
white
at her wane


34.

dough of
the thigh or belly
sough of
a sigh

          the TV
sings with a sleeping
the key is broken

everything unlocked
except for her
hair

          mirrors broken
at her request

not to hide
herself
but to

multiply


35.

defaced,
yes, faceless

they sit
with their backs
to the doors

encircling them

and face
each other

glances and re-
cognitions evinced


36.

pebbly insects
which do not fly

carapace up to
the heavens in
a blind stare

convexed eyeballs
you cannot retrieve

each fingertip itself
already ends in
an eye


37.

Inca Kola,
Tupac, and the stone
to fit the stones

belonging makes
the fits

a knotty message
your descendresses
can mumble back out
to you
in beads pouring
through their fingers


38.

on a soft thing
and in a soft
thing

          a shaft
may make a thing
of it

          even
and without
light

          something
lies bright
across the skin

and something
accepts


39.

this: stroke

enough: and there will be
a poem

or greater

(though it’s only
a pencil)


40.

vessel as vestibule

transport serves as
preparations

for all been done

it is shifty so:
the vessel might not
hold
or would sail but
through water
downward

These are the risks.


41.

she of genuine
reflection whose image

a pebble to the mirrored
water punctures

then pulls and sloshes

can be changed to
anything so every re-
flection’s right


42.

rhymy
& frosted in early
morning

sounds that try
my patients

(all of whom are
dead of neglect)

the linebreak’s
punctuation

so I mean it

[sometimes in flight
I cannot feel the plane
move

          I float
motionless

          and fall]


43.

above the bellows
he laughs

and laughs


44.

afoot and underfoot
they proceed

their method
regains what from childhood
they most cleanly
forgot

          persimmons
they encountered
rotting orangely
upon the ground

          and they
schmushed their faces
into the pulp


45.

inter-
eruptions of

umber light—
there are veils
that guide the darkness

those behind
are shaded by shadow

and burning darkly
with desires

that won’t quite fully
combust


46.

flowertongue
brandied about

the delve of virtue
remainders trout

or:
velvet lovetongue
given out narrow & pointed,
flat & wide

tremor from
the articulations of the tongue

she relishes it
sandwiched between
urged & sated

he mollifies,
honeyed, hands
dripping from the pot

trees form a ridge at the only place they can grow


47.

Make is glottal

obstruction—explosion

the buildup to letgo

(as is Hope, metastasized)

The pineberries are
perfect this time of year

though reversed
in polarity, causing
confusion

          the children
ask to make them right
(though they say “ripe”)

They are too young to hope
so think it all will happen


48.

a clockwork quilt
that tended to time

tears through the purple
were wet and greasy

warm yellow vanished
into cold white

and always that clicking:
tsk, tsk, tsk

Pffft! I say
the quilt may

hold together
or break asunder

Even if time stops
I rots


49.

a glimpse
of limps

far-off
rovings

sticks against
the moon

or the moon
in branches

they have no canes
and their legs are

study
as caverns


50.

a hint
of a sprint

flashing
right by

in the face of us

legs like

okapi

their stripes
are illuminated
from nightsong

when they are gone
nothing was ever

there


51.

in your
smallest

oceanic

thoughts

do you
find

the drop
of salt?


52.

o inmost
thorn

heart-
beaten
one

o
lachrymal
chest

these
visions

envelop
what’s

left
of my

words

(worth)

were

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