Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Drapetomania (to Buddy Kwow)

"Expect a little turbulence, ladies and gentlemen,
for there are monsters in our midst" - Madeleine Shine


they have poisoned the water them
.......................their sickness you can't even
..................................sweet
the sensation like shade comes
.............................above waves
................she walks................... but slowly
....................................as traffic (swings low)
...................downtown at noon on Penny Lane
(homage to slave-ship captain James Penny)
...........Penny Lane in your ears and in your eyes and in

the catch of the throat is the crying

.........................of the edges, the edges
...................dropping away into.gulfs

......................where you have not grown
..........(there are no clear pathways here)

—through unhealed frontal cortices still the Middle Passage
..........................................................urges to run
...........................feel the myth-gene
comin' for to carry you home

[a stroke he says (a)(dark) imagine stroke a (angel) [blue]down reaching
swinging stroking out [suburban] low [skies] imagine (wiping) so circuits he says
such an erasure (touching) in the unheard (such a thing) imagine]

..................(?)somewhere here, somewhere we forget(?)

................"there had to be some spirit at work"

.............................lilting sideways
......................................in early frets/mists
will sleep better than the gentlemen do on shore...
are built on purpose for this trade...
are accommodated with air ports and gratings
for the purpose of keeping...


................where doors found beneath growths
...............of ivy and unreason
.
......................................unused for years
..................wayward and swollen
...............with fruit no one will now [look into]

............(O this the moment we feel it most
............................here behind the halftown draperies
......................where feral trees sing sweet
...............as rivulets of volcanic sand at dusk)

...................the moment we learn
................those pleiocene footprints—one adult
...............................one child—not strolling safe on a lost shore—
.........................holding hands at sunset—

..........................but one taking home live prey
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