Friday, February 01, 2008

dead insects crawling rhumb lines great circles of love - drarft

one more way of not dying

(you look up into distance
look down again upon far blue worlds choking Buddhas

scratch back up—erect of spin and now

at this moment of greatest pain you, you
you look upon wonders always

the mere shudder of your cheek
as you surrender to kisses
(jerking uneasy now from that mode to this like black electric
kettles switched)
excited suddenly with the force (all this etc how how lame)

flick of your dyed now hair leaking
down aisles of swinging I don't know
this running to where what it hurts again day-

light you have got bigger and your mouth
more strange to me than snowballs
is wide unwelcome windy and cold more challenge than the
easy crevice I knew once engulfed
in narcotics 8 minutes of care-

ful and specific stimulation won't do it now I find it
impossible now to tell
who is who what article we and
whose emptiness is this we lick my
beginning with

we are strangers at the mouth's meeting
stamping horses in dawn steaming unready
for the coming bit
surrender where the barrage breaks and lets and streams
all over the fields the walls the leaning batter and the closing

ritual of the mouth
unknown to us here now under this bulb of long life

yes like pyramids
here we gulf pale suns lone waking curtain


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