Thursday, August 9, 2012

Variations on a Theme of J.P.F.'s



For JPF






“Linear nonsense
            gets no closer the bone”.
                       
Sound luminosity’s
                                    always an audacity.

 Music
                        the least at once to counterfeit,
                                    detected to indicate a shadow
                                                bolder perceived.

So cut
it.  And if you find the skeleton
            shuck it, along the wall         string it out
                        to a position sitting like the sitting we sit.

Or sit the bones.
They fall in place
            to the linear sense of joints locked
                                    something; nothing that the seeker
                                                does at the not time exist same.

Linear gets no closer
            nonsense.  I need for it
                        the bone in the fruit,
                                    another spur disconnect,
                                    another scalpel across a decade,
Where architects of those who signed,
            have this colony my credit slip,
            the hand when those I hope to accompany,
others in which grew too numb—

gone I just woke up to grasp the pen
                        my coffin.







I know that granted such me a night could not be repeated;
Tomorrow night and breathing into imperfect—
This quite preterite ordinary even in ordinary life.

Many
Imagined
Rivers conjoin
In this kudzu
Where state
Weighs
Till
Crossbeams down

Whole sheds
Subside

Site or scar?

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