ANGSTROM

Make still the tides, dead-man! Cried out.

Heave ho or so your melancholies!…

And I am more than a mile off..

Dream a spoonful…

You…

Everything…

See…

Face jumping on a black gate, forked with worn eyes…enfeebled tiers of

light, loose covers, long hallways; a coming Moon…Cut away to a keening,

insect noise…cold vegetation growing, sunken…the Moon sloshes forth…

We wanted to hurl ourselves against volcanoes like frozen surf!


…darkling,

lost-to-view fountainheads…We set out to the death of others!…a mind

spilling openly…

Gloved thumb melting in arabesques…somnolent sounds of gunfire…

Saw the pallid, out-of-the-way evenings, all the time away to grey…Crowds brush by, and panes, minutes away, evoking it all to the open-mouthed…boundaries nodded under…caught silvery highways to the young mother…glass piling out of conjured night…a woman draped over the wooden frame of a window...cumulous cloud-rush, soft-as-lint...away the carriage goes..riding off, mustachioed man...great, flowing cloak...

House into fading air…falling rooms, snowflakes…girl into shadow, girl into

wind…Sacred heart in the tight-post..with stillness, hung…and the clouded

states carries out her intentions…Wind-high honing structures,

hieroglyphic-wreathing day..House – rails the sad forward feeling…back…the

Road rushes past…cold teeth - her smile lost – with vast notes, streaming…

And met the shadows, a few hours, after death…shunned on the

Street…succumbing to forgetfulnesses, together-standings in the Dark… old

Men floating, landscape-bitten… hissing of voluptuous pools… Remember

Orpheus, hell-bent? The passion of morning-ness stands…sail with St. Vitus,

Bearing on his hugging, randy hand…

I’s once a lonely man…

Rotten things looking left behind…and rightly so… even Love joins the queue,

Papering its face plainly… rested words of muddy rewarding lie… spoils of

Smoke.. Snow drops into plots…edged, abysmal…skies of blue sown, hounding

Down…

Hurt in his head, went into tumid night…far along by cathedrals outings, by pinpoints of the Capitols under star-light…hated out in the streets, the years, the driftings-on…He skies, and like thistledown, months, even, fly..

The boy who stood before? – Fine black hairs wind-milling up winter’s skirt…

Black Huron slumbers unraveling…a low, spreading form…

As we sailed past the jagged rocks, I called out to the Sisters that guard –

A clutch of faces envisioned in a glade…rays from the clouding down burst in

Bright exile…red stars flashing, violet glances, a gold over-head wholly

Shifting…. dreamily even the trees lay open in heat, whispering of her…

And gourds are falling, the gulfs with summers meeting…palms with fronds

Over brooks, shooing the cool…Gemini brushes by…a waving of washed

Estuaries… 


Watching light-house, with alarm, calls back…

Star-crossing so-filled eyes…why do I flinch from love?…and dumb in the

Downpour, laugh?

Gems unlidded, down valleys; slender-coursing rivulets…blinking breezes amid

Lush, swept trails…June sunset, attic window, bay shining…hazy suns… Trees

Speechlessly shriek…flaming butterflies schooling through the branch-work….a

White drop of prey… Radio tuning to the weather reports, smooth-tongued as

Rain over orangutans…spiraling yowls!… my hand like a pond in

Winter…distant, dark arrestings…ship whisperings…foam flies the bones,

Fragments of observation blending - hands overstraining, field and

Railing…a silvery deluge of gustings, blind, to you…

What happened to the animals that became us?…eyes glazed, of vision

Elongated in the last…refuse of scurrying exodi, sown winds beneath the

Brim, howling…phosphorescent, western seas…unnamed animals in mid-night

Wind…a sightless, stretching plain…

Rivers stiffening, steam up black…blizzards of fly over gore of Lamb…the

City squats in Time…

I drifted away…gone….un-recorded…

Armies in lanes…intoxications of progress…torn shadows on long walls held

Out…no hymns to reef this latening summer storm…broke poetry like wreckage

In shallow waters…no verse for the isles and our Apologies…an idle

Hour…worries about on some nearby dinner-table…

I drifted away, gone…

Interval fingers over a flute’s myriad gates… Bank whatever you have, live at some level, but ring the criminal dent of Land!

Property has failed though itself remains the generational spur…A younger

Purchase jaundiced?…don’t think any of us are…

Touch on, touch on…

Wistfulness into morning-time..

A heart into wave after wave knocked home…

To know…let the thieving pains go…

Green-deep, we kneel in the evenings…a disintegrating peacock opens, its

ovals shuffled slowly…susurrus in the high, each turn, stale Fall, tugging

At your grassed beds…

Sun-down will mum down all…

My heart! I saw it! (SIGH) The family tomb!!…

Nights, then, the day blew up from long hair!

So high, grown wild…

Soon my head ready to low again…blue eyes spiriting, when even empty…one

Gem pool, vanished, now…needles of sun hard to say…down, Time…

Upper works crushed…

Dusks settling…

Haunt’s meager haulage, gone…

Fear opens its sea-black purse…

And the hands of the Nuns,

Years old,

Pass by…

Die out…

You…

Everything…

See…

And at dawn, 
Desdemona!