out
on
a
(line)
splayed
(dis)played displaceddispleased replete
withthis
(dicontin- ous) filament of
mind and body
discon-nect what
happens next
is
nada
really: (it's)
none
(of those things that really scare-cify orpacify me )
it's just that
I'm
losing my
tongue
again --its disembodi-
ment .
heaping and grating on (innocents) such as ( )
oh that's
(not) )me(
playing
the role
of your
(shapely)
iron maiden
/condemned
and imprisoned/ /his/ shields too rusted shut
forrepair
(the
jaws of a
substance)
too heavy
to hold,
too weighty
to want, too
much
tooo much
too much
to
(drop
-lets spattered
about (the children somewhere safe) which
must
exist
if
I.
can hardly
help it.
and an
old
man wakes up
the
whole damned village
)like William Carlos Williams( impersonating
Allen Ginsberg
howling
about
an earthquake/ a
yellow
shot
of
light.
and how
I hate him
for it! (dearly though)
so
dearly
(now) that
I can't
stop typing.
a bird.
pecking at. specks. (enough of them). scattered to the
closest
corners
of
(our)
universes, the
ones
which (don't)
exist as of yet
(as of ever) where (we've)
never been never
would be
(lovers)