--- R O N A L D   P A L M E R

"I forget nothing, it is in this way that I belong to forgetfulness."
					--Maurice Blanchot (from The Station Hill Reader, 
					         "The One Who Was Standing Apart From Me")

I have failed at being:   falsely ecto:  morphic.  Re: fugee of camp:
endo:meso hybridity.  Re:  figured into the inevitable:  fai:  lure of safe.
In the beg:  inning:  my mother was always crying:  this is how I always
begin.  A Mood: y thunder marks this meti:  culous silence in me:   A Man:
I: Fold intel: ligence:  re-in: spires my unpro: mising hand.  O mono: tone:
voice of mourning:  on loan.  Divinity spares the hanging tree:  art:
iculating a grand: iose inquiry:  swan's neck:  backwards white 'C': dips
gently into green water:  orange beak nibbling river's bottom's:  murky
moss.  I'm lost:   in fame's nefa: rious game:  Body image reigns:  within
the eti: quit: te of dame's:  dy: nasty:  there's no truth in misery: only 
a murky wound:  re: fusing the slick: ness of narrative.  This record's
skip:  ping:  my needle continues reading dust.  A convenient lust:  has
dragged me this far.   Let's elect another literary patsy:  to take the
millennial fall.  Let's elect them: all:  to re: in:  vent an origin: al
inn: ocence.

I've slip: ped into another kind of begg:(inn)ing: where I at: tempt to
convince my self:  of faith's lure.  I lick it like a steady job:  like a
ted: ious pig:  like a stud: ious slob.  Although causality is a current
theoretical crime:   I've got time:  to solve this rhyme:  so let me dine on  
Witt: gen: Steinian color: logic and Blanc: hot's perpetual disaster:  an
orange mourning:  drifting through time:  is not an orange nor mourning:
and yet a vague sister of trauma's lime.  But is there a non-visible lemon:
trapped in both?:  A yellow connector: which constitutes the fruit blood of
orange and lime?  The fact is:  my body's a floating Pale: stine.  A circu:
lar thin: king which infects a spi: ritual sin: king:  men want money and
power and land more than the love of God.  Even in Marra: kech's daily
multiplicity:   I find myself:  among seven severed sheep heads:  a
seductive glossy red:  marks an end to each neck of brown wool:  each set of
black eyes staring toward the vacant God:  which is the air:  which is me:  
while a war: ning song in Arabic:   stop what you are doing and pray:  you
are not more powerful than Allah:

I rush to lie:  terrif: ied:  on a st: ale hot: el bed:  staring at the
clothes line of waving pink sheets:  (blocks of ghost scents):  not
moralistic:  but more in the way of Fouca:  uldian self rule.  Staving off
his elusive mess: age:  go back to your self:  go back to your self:   is
more difficult than loving Christ.  I picture his bald head:  with a lyrical
halo:  cruising on acid:  lurking and eyeing a plump ass:  at Saint Marks     
Baths:  In 1978:   when I was twelve:   my body became:  a game of logic:
with a patent.  Trade's notion of grief is deceit.  Bought's latent potion
of grace is receipt.  I trade my rage for a patient chase:  through the
reeds:  the frag: (mented): rant garden breathes.  I spray my syncopated
ink:  like mace.  We who have:  adopted:  the wander market:  of a blinding
faithlessness:  dragging our mind's:  like a dead father:  through dark:
sting of con: venient  park.    We have failed:  at ba:  (lancing) ob:
(sessions).  O someone (among the siren hypnotic):  call me to prayer.
Whoever's singing: through that micro: phone:  diss:  eminating  guilt:
like insect spray:  wafting all over the amne: sic city:  you truly  
understand:  how to make a person's quirky soul bleed.   An add: ictive
faith: less: ness: remembers:  Billy saying:  at least your father's a:
live!   Like each alleged uni: verse:  micro: scopic:  ally:  trapped in
dew:  it is my sin:  ister  in:  tent:  ion to dis:  turb: you.  Every day:
(my hypo:  thala: mic pink pea:   swells with virile glee!):  I'm new.