Yes, Penelope

 721

What moved in neverchanging space:
an incomplete carnal liberty
light above the circles of the most temporary
latitude.
Me: a narrator of motion; describer of
invisible fits of reflection and absences
These thoughts- shadows of wind
projected along tracks until
reaching their destinations where
they become gradations of incomprehension.

722

Weary childman
your jailor joins you- sealike
in the dark bed running aground
here, in Ithaca, you return
to the land of the squared egg and
the bridge to the darker moon.

Wait the brightday, traveler.

723

Yes, Penelope.

Never so weak as waiting for
the cover of education. A month of dogs, you say?
The matter was all pretended well before you were born
the tragic bed so interesting
the razor, the beard the dirty photo, all
eaten til nothing left but
spirits.

The dying dress and woven-unwoven face
in a sickened city
fear imagined
poisoned love.

Here, we depart.

12-Sided Abyss

718

My selfprolonging impersonation
acquired a force of preordained assassination
it was humiliation, separation and sustained by fallacy
there was a pretense of final equilibrium but
witnesses all came with variations,
their circumstances artificial,
Their outrage concealed.

A violation of existence may have occurred.
An organism interrupted
In its successful imitation
Of inevitable depreciation.

In the end I was conscious
Of sentimental reflection
And intangibility.

719

Approximately kissed by the sun
Silence became visible.
The Islands of virtue
amid these stars were places where
Apathy was explored and
futility was celebrated.

Midnight, you came in on a wave of inanity
and burned your vessels in stupid triumph.
The yellow furrows of asses,
Inhabitable by steady conquest,
Left these pilgrims mute and lethargic.

720

Daedalus is limited
his story of Aeronautical performance
Eclipsed by tragic modification.
Witnesses mentioned there were
streamers of flowers
And celebrations by the survivor.

Go Quickly, Go Playfully

715

If you find yourself
the object of an impersonal ambush
object with lust
deliver a basket of adders wrapped
in an accordion
tell a multi-colored tale
a mustachioed act
played out by a madman ironmonger
orange keyed monkeys in brass-colored nightshirts

We are trying to compute
the proper aperture of forgiveness
prudently returning to the foot of night
disposing of the effects of miscellany
given us by our own dark impersonations

716

I have boasted of gradual extensions:
marriage, conception, additional intentions
I have observed the destruction of proportion
and consummation
of organgrinders and pissers and condescension
I have witnessed the waning of long reflections
covering the wavering waters
each a longing repetition
I have cooked and recooked these
books accounting for encounter
and produced flakes of infinity and
crumbs of impressionable ability.

717

Standing in rainsong
collision with the sun
this, the virtue of attraction,
the agents of decrease
in the body constant but
not acute
the amorous expense of effort
an energy of desire?
no symptoms of envy
no calamity of reflection
can blot the radiance of ambition

This is how jealousy turns
to highway robbery

Autumn Light

Ithaca 673

Our reflections merge
with ancient signatures
a genealogy of survivors
with revived versions of ecstatic visions

the consequences of this have
compensated for our isolation
we, the living comply
with the law of melody
with the anticipation of devolution
with the anthems of simplification

Our costumes are hieroglyphs of
defective inscription
our epigrams the
writing of familiar ignorance

herein lies the restoration of the past.

Ithaca 674

where host of major modern
secludes itself, deluded exponent
of concocted reassurance
there you find the sediment of example
there you find the possibilities of catastrophe

But, what of the residual courage of ecstasy?
the familiar widows
the familiar streets
driven to trinity to predestination to
concealed sensation?

there are answers to this in all the places
where water mixes with identity
where the future no longer resembles tradition
where beautiful figures form
in un-solid light.

Ithaca 675

we home- came back to
slay the boys in hallways
and dining rooms

Back to pretty hand
and woven weeping caul
undone undone
unbroken pleasure
led to sorry feeling and
smiling  dressed in minor sadness
reciting a hero's song.

Too Soon It All Dissolves In the Light

Ithaca 670

Morning, blue-curbed crone runs home
Instance of radiant happiness
the cacophonous music of the crows
their scattered fries and flattened bags
knitting hieroglyphics and constant piano music

I arrive in joy and stand inside my alias
Stand in capitol underwear and smelling like a saint
Oh, Aloysius of Quebec
pleasing sinner covered in Hebrew characters
calculating the number of syllables needed
to finish this mendacious scripture.

 

Ithaca 671

successful rain rains success
like this false regard
like this impermanence
judgment disliked like false intelligence
success in analogy mistaken immanence
for eminent seekers who seek permission
in conspicuous correction
and wind up leaving
in ignorance

 

Ithaca 672

Aleph oxen the sin of B
the glottal stop possessed but yet
extinct
what voiceless host rejects
the service of the rain
Oh rabbi in the downpour, your
umbrella mistaken for a pencil
forgotten - left on a wet bench
covered in vocabulary and ripped from syntax
enslaved Israel
neglected ordinal
the rain is ordered and thus uncountable