Orpheus Or »someone was GazIng

Orpheus or someone was gazing or reading or seeing was peering into the fence of pomes, and thus



Thus



face to the interior steady profiles in death’s stead
makes the share nice, “how are you” Hockenghem something
like that orthography of nasals and pillows steady sharking
down in the death meant missiles
flood the gate[s] of the sky & destroy
ruins further along the Calcutta lane
it feels like the Gaza strip her long head singing straying
I’ve got a blank of unhappiness here an empty head that
makes sense and spells your name
when the severed pulley worked the tray and
humdingers swore setting suns like the Almanac de Gotha
it was a prayer you saying before the avenues and bullets the
bellows made the grand fray clear it was lions and lemurs I
was saying your heart was no good my heart frozen
trepidation as he took me on a kind of tour the
Americans were plotting war when the melting ooze lets
nowhere to go and the splashing
baits boats skip on stones and your tongue
melts in the few
that is none a
lady comes walking the lawn
shallowing her meadow moment and the setting sun makes shadows bow
a boot will be the pleasant figure of a song stinging rhetoric of cliques and
rides a coterie of two fakirs and many muscle men who woo the women
in the trampoline and your still head is a frame to hear the listening painters
they make voodoo that comes in the night with no one walking on them

yes between your eyes there is nothing but the comment something
that stills each stop sign a semiotic of pleasant Queens and Dukes beside
the majestic miracling moment and the leather jacket late on a Monday night walking downtown in the depressing blessed rain
O coucheurs we must make melancholy our sun
quatrains our path trained in the sylababble of height
whirling by Samson’s mountain
priggish insouciance cares not a matter in the snapping of fingers
and the tying of bow-ties


in her own voice
In his own voice,