Sunday, March 17, 2013

Breathe Out


I am a vicarious jew
wand’ring from anticipation to
variously famous from time to time
with my abnormal visions
and my porcelain indications
The advantages to reconciling with my homeland
are not lost on me
Attentive to your gentle expression
the obsession with hours
I hope for sleep and in sleeping to
sleepwalk into tomorrow.


You have been advanced your money,
excluding the cost of the static that surrounds you
and the instruction of speaking.
you are not the places you’ve lived nor the
declined asylums you only dreamed of.
As absence ratifies the deceased
so does worship confirm my sense of futile motion
There are no further destinations to be attained


In the palazzo next to the Grand Canal,
you know the one, the one with
all the pigeons and the shiny triangular
terrazzo tiles-
At dusk it could be a Memo From Turner
an invitation to destruction
or an explanation for decay.
JMW invites us to contemplate
the agonies of stillness and solitude
from the accident of existence to
the congenital catastrophe
To the inevitable return to the waters.

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