Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi



Eumaeus 640

Heart, will you still be possible

when yesterday is suddenly missed?

will you always astound somehow, speak

and falling like some profligate star

like years of duty, so wedded to a piece of affection?

Heart, so elder and such the

travelling eye leading you fondly through

the weeks and years you

speak of trains in the night

of age and life

and see the best lies

in all your neglected arguments



Eumaeus 641

The suffering of common animals

is often misunderstood

the dog remembers the spoil as well

as the mistake

he has not years but only this neglected moment

only conclusion and causes

his faith is often sorely strained

and cruelty is an incurable event

approaching a mistake

he risks conclusion in order

to be cured of reason

his idea of fate

is an idea of water,

it will not hold him from departure.


Eumaeus 642

eventually, God became a cynic

its pessimism beckoned

accompanied by all those beautiful

chambers of fate

it was left shaking in the vicinity of home

standing near a shanty in Blarney

with a revolver in its overcoat

feeling the pleasure of it in its hands

thinking a plan of blood

sailing on a sea of grass

failed calculations in its frozen marrow

becalmed in these silent years

Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Well Is Full of Pennies*






Eumaeus 635

A ladder against my night window
a peculiar gospel of forgetting
a dreaming stairwell in an electric bedroom
the simple fashion of assassination
moves me to claim safety in the storms of bliss
and carve fame from doubtful fire
and loveless smiles
to witness the wild and windblown shore
to hear the eternal itchy sirens
to finally fall victim to their expectation
and gain admittance to the waves no more.

636

Diego's king
that man of Spain
surprised by teeth
made by decency
wouldn't be so passionate
had he answered his own reflection
where he bears the glowing of abandon
of pianos and executions
and rumors of vengeance without dreaming
his Velazquez daughters
rather muddled in his pockets
watched over by that frumpy idiot
the tiny lady eyeless,
victim of gravity.



*Tom Waits- The Fall Of Troy

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Jesus Blood Never Failed Me Yet*























Eumaeus 632
A little bitching and the plague is upon us
we fools we beat the length of our absence with a jaw
and pull a coup from the mouths of our poor
these nests of nettles and copper
they settle us as lent lords  even though we
often place our feet between our teeth
 but, nevermind, the bodies reasons will  cleverly manage
to deliver us to joy

633
who but a friend may take shelter
in rooms of the dead?
who buys our memories
and resells them at a profit?
who but man with eventual aliases
will be hurt in the market of oblivion?
who will lead us out of redemption?

634
O common bitch
you fucked up and left a bone
had you come back you'd 've
found at least one
in matters of faintest laughter
we are worse for our suspicions
we are commonplace drifting criminals
without suspicion
and lie to each other affectionately
on a boat named no direction.

* Gavin Bryars

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Nous Sommes











Eumaeus 629

We were the fumes of everyday life
our anger changed the proportion of laughter
you felt but you were entitled to affirmation
you were surprised by the
bitter brilliance of the air
you misapprehended your own philosophy
you spoke with your eyes
and none too soon you
failed to keep your promise

Eumaeus  630

underclothes in the yard
Antonio fiddles in the keep
with brain and acquaintance having
gone terribly wrong
it is the nature of our savagery
the original way we practice sin
forced to name our fault
we call it fury

Eumaeus 631

our lovemaking distant, now
like the night, gone in
this eternal twilight
it was a rebus with
typewritten names for all the lives lost
we puzzled  out its meaning
while tossed on a vessel
in a thrown away sea
off to a start
our illness had a name: satisfaction
again, again swindled in demise
preceding embarkation
our lives submerged
our eyes lost in the galaxies.


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Memoria Visum










Eumaeus  626

Eyeless navigator
spawning flightless dreaming
refusing love
performing the trick of life
lucky, those fatal
 lies
inflict a burden of mortality
welcoming some savior
in many different skins
striking out in confidence
takes its shadow for fact
reminding of the shape of rumor
served as transparent history


Eumaeus 627

Trouble is a glance an
offender intolerant of form
it takes the shape of the world
boastful but often right
as it delivers the wrath of war
it speaks in questions
laying down, disguised as second comings
unable to stop itself,
it spreads the rumor of flight.



Eumaeus 628

Priests of poverty
measure the progress of the day
into indulgence they watch
small birds
and wonder if they suffer.
Jealous of heaven, they
are unaware of its emptiness
They surprise themselves
with the sound of their own voices
they thought their eyes were glands of honor
they could not swim in untasteable  waters
they once had homes in the arms of their mothers
but forsaking them,
went sailing instead.