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
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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