A simpler life awaits
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in Machu Picchu just because I can go there. I can get on a a plane and take it–to Lima, Peru; to Cusco, Peru–and then get on a train and take that to Aguas Calientes (the hot waters) and then get on a bus up to the ruins. A short trip if I take drugs (my fellow-passengers asleep, ignorant of the blessed magazines in first class). And to do it on a fall day, my friend alert for news from his mistress, from his woman, from his queen–now from his sitter, from his dog-sitter, from his baby- sitter, from his doctor, from his baby- doctor. Quiet as the stones. |
here? Standing up with my shoes next to the metal detector… Hartsfield- Jackson International Airport… wondering where this conveyor-belt goes–in, or up? I’ve lost my boarding- pass–I think it said Akron but I don’t even like Ohio. And Oh, on a Sunday, the great trade convention that I was to be speaking at. The distinguished company. So qualified. So exceedingly. Important. Loud. Nictitating. Horti- culturalists. Lend me nothing–I’d rather be a hooligan, off towards the coasts of Florida, towards the bright ships. Burn it all down. |
The serial killer misplaces his horse
And Cecille walked back into
the one room she knew, halfway,
and then she was taken,
and she became more fearful.
With words kind of benighted
that he’d never held up to any real light
he’s now saying something about disaster.
And you’re blind; you bump into things.
Making it a dangerous trap–
the pills dissolve in water, but which
glass do you give him? He says
I’m going someplace; I’ll be there by myself soon.
Monolith
could not see your hands.
I could see them for you.
They were white.
They were not
located by your wrists.
They were not old.
Things were starting to
come open for me.
You asked if I could see
the white walls.
I could.
In the book,
the king who banned
boats from his coasts
regretted it.
No one could get in.
The people mutinied,
on both sides.
Evacuation: Math
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No tensile strength. No. Let’s face it: the poem at the beginning of the book was less endearing than the door at the end. Knock-knock. So something got out. It was painful, that fall, precipitated by a turn into the barn. While leaves floored down. An adventure, mind. The elk moon sleek and shiny. The wonderful moon sleek and shiny. What else can we say? It was suggested that they lacked instinct, but they didn’t. They only lacked a helicopter. O towering inferno, O difficult heart Chief Fire Chief Michael O’Hallorhan. |
The Aspect: Ratio is what it’s about. A battle–strong but wizened lab rats overcome an army of weak beetles, and a boogie-hostage who Freaks Out sobbing sobbing sobbing just because it’s her day off. Steve isn’t in this film; yesterday he was. So she’s doing the laundry. It’s on the same channel that that old treason-play was– The Great Escape, Papillon, I forget. But touching. So she puts it in her lesson-plan. She tells her mother, This had something to do with triangulation. Something about the nerves. |
Iago’s Shoes
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Can you put yourself in them? Can you? I mean, brown and all. A bit faded, a bit rag-tag, a bit fallen out. And can you touch them–broken, sore, left out in the rain to become stiff– tights boots, wrong boots. You would not wear to a party. But would you believe in context? Would you mind them, would you soften them, would you believe them? Would you stand in the pearls? And would you straighten the note: stop with your chaplets, stop with your TV, stop with your favoritism. Would you bury them, in the snow and rain? |
Concurrent lifts. Platform. Right. Exact match. Yes, Publicize. Yes, Morale Important. A long winter shine– tool, gloss–anything on the street. It’s important that we not forget our phantoms. And they are tough slippers, to go where he goes. Not seen in the surveyor’s map, nor in the cocktail bar. In the shop windows. In plate glass. Unutterable, too. The utility-bulb bronze baby-curls curio-shelf piano shadow-box Leper’s. Damn feet soft. And yet incendiary; and yet dull. In for unction–or extreme unction. |