turbine turns timed
leg irons, from which larceny takes its name
mink stoles of washed-up French actresses
never as steeped as the blush
this is
not my good side not an
ovulation of the old rabbit-
in-the-hat trick, but for the
indemnity of an act without
gravity in the satisfaction
of a second not bought
and paid for
a cheese-whizzed Ku Klux Kleenex is sufficient to service a family of four
,for whatever toots your angled kangaroo
becomes our pleasure too which is to say
it's my duty to glue two salutes to the nearest air mail envelope
left at the endstop past three anecdotes whereby lockjaws
honky-tonk some shocking elasticity into red-hot hitcher thumbs desperate for a pick-up
so it's Kootenay or Paraguay or whichever
parenthetical peach pit suits yourself
because
whatever way your compass pines is just jake by me
back home we'da made him for heat
tallied his accounts up four flights
clubbed him with lunatic flugelhorns
till his Portuguese cheesecake
pillboxed a kingfisher's whiskers
ordinarily I'da never fallen for
such polyester cachinnations but ya see
I was monsooned with visions of tangled cartouche
I was in a bad way wracked by slow footnotes
and so shepherded the ventricle west
to the left the wiles of implied fires growing
more desperate with each passing acetate
colored by preposterous acts of amnesia
which were much more than I could fjord [edit out edit out]
which seeps to the crux of old Coltrane fishsticks
whose stored oysters knew me
by the placement of my knickknacks
squeal for sunken lanolin and whether
alphabet or sextet or whatever crystalline
indifference, set your watch ahead
and consummate some objectivist lemonade
from whatever frieze
cordials your begonias.
(I cross it out repeatedlyly Language
as a form of smuggling, as a form of -ing)
come one come all my precious little redundancies
you have confessed fierce Braille
ferried into delicate cigarettes
which gave form to certain certains
but who's counting now? It's all
lumbering cauliflower at any price.
cipher the sweet knot
of rue imbued
with microscopic Mahler
so over your Edo we hear locusts
and raindrops on a hatbrim.