Wednesday, February 24, 2016

off mass shell

alternate accommodation provided
for particular blinking residents

every other ...


Sunday, February 21, 2016

the Beaker People

lumps of sandstone at dusk's
of ancestry at the littoral
of day/night the wash where the half
makes way to the deeper the deepen
the ground that *is/is/not* un/ground

askance to discern silhouettes
of what moves
as tides to deposit drift
from the pelagic the benthos (slick
the creep and /erratic/
flowers, say, dead, in the dead—
hands of a
again look (what is) the offshore ground
its lurks (and attack). reared
as eggs of  the deeper cast—off

in such tempest hove to hove


Saturday, February 13, 2016


in Yorvik are some coprolites
rich in intestinal mites

set like stony stalactites
sit these historic Viking shites


Thursday, February 11, 2016

LET ME FINISH... (the ancestral origo)

Language Acquisition Limerick

our foremost most urgent volition
is the host language acquisition
there's no test for device
but young zest will suffice
to boast this proficient munition


Wednesday, February 10, 2016

the third person

Come on, baby, do the low commotion—Alice Aforethought

she doesn't say

take (James Brown, say)

"it is a channel a fuzing [glass] in which the newborn
swell (8) alchemic (such commotion in the materia
is by and large) (you don't say)" O take it O take it to ...

we are trying to speak but they won't hear
from afar we are trying to speak

cable-stayed, clappered, cantilevered,
the pontoon and moon of a goose's neck o'erreached 
(1 Across: ancient archbishop comes as a wrench? 

—eek the whiplash curve of dispatches, communiqué—

(in which a both ways flux it hangs between
as potency and potential forth and back both
ways they are talking as mist in the talking glass
shapes that arise one upon another)

now take matters into your own s/pan

between us a co-motion an interflow that is the place
where we must look)(the hole in the sky)
the airbridge across which [a secret] terror passes
(puntus and pontifex and the Etruscan blank

sacred waters, confluence [mytholm] rising
to emit you—of sighs and foaming size

(such a dazzle and swirl I thought upon me)
(such the topography of the converse 
streaks they were)
(such streaks that fell slow as wartime)


chamber between us, speak (your desire)
...............................of fear
(life) stasis in this 
our most honest 


Saturday, February 06, 2016

low winter sun
through wet trees
smoking cobwebs