where do you turn - draft re draft

lets try this out Mister Duffy. A draft to draft re draft. a poem becoming other than it-was self. we've already heard it (without music) so now let's see how it sounds.




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Simple phrase of marry and rain it hearts the swollen womb
bests marriage to children of happy
swelling the untold ages of your near pages close rhyme
to the eye of intent closer still the mask the heart rainbow is this how it speaks

your name

Where do you turn when these words don't
come a letter dangling
in the air
marks your fate
tests your time and
making you wait
how to decide when time hastes you and

haste is time
hasted by time in its dozens cousins
the collage
won't take the text
hangs still the frozen word
frozen worded
turn to the bed of mingle
where the masturbatory sheets sing your song
crying lover lover Mama Mama
and shout her name
as you come in your crying
Come Come and spill
the fallen seed bearing necessity born of it
its name
away fall
word
peeling
body
reeled
reeling
spurn its almighty dollar
which calls each necessary force







what is the word you speak with hate and

love stilled against gesture and germ weed wheat
Not like that he says finding the word down there
the whirled up above in her upheld palm writing
the same song years later the transformation of matter
the fusion of Christ the conversation of peers in the water she tonight me getting aroused and the friendly
laughter of voices not aggressive in the street
and the speaking sing voice
singing this so not it is not nothing

Antioedipus that makes you sing in your old fashioned song and yes, I was roused by the way your lips moved your fucked up mouth and your ugliness is my desire scrolled by your by her lips and eyes wanting to see thee again hold ing you Kissing you in the way of the wave world hand against your back back me into the filled me of the now and multiplied by your selves forwarding and aftering me around almost by the sail of your love the heel of your palm and the starch of your skirt and all your amateurs thinking you're as smart as me in the whirled of the writing and she dreamt of my words down her bathing body as I stood there planted feet and and legs into the ground but she has abandoned me not a good enough lover but only to fight me sending her books not of a any used to me and the Him who speaked out in the accent of the mouth and she the Black woman had a hungry Mouth









Other Throng



is he the ugly one he wonders dashed by night
fell down
refused into the shining cloud
along edges

Hephaestus

shrunk at the curling feet of Aphrodite
or is Diana and her woods
his ugliness a satyr's hump
(is it the Diorama
her spinning garbs
the forest muse
pastoral to her paid muscles)

a growl in the scream of nights
woods clumping along over forest
green of grass around her hair
his body an ornament to a drag in the sky
what a word
drag in the sky
some idiom of adolescence
he fears not its tumescent rock

(in the midst
miracle wishes
sunshine of beaches
redwood)

hum of broke and sound electric
hydro dams of middle ranking pieces
over his mouth her imagined lips
climbing her giant's forest
to rest there in the seizure of her hips
up they rise on hers the ceiling of desire
the delivery of life

betimes at the request of self and other the word is napped kidnapped wrought muted deaf dumb a Sauling of waxed failure yet the strong words lie behind

camouflaged

there where stares meet milk
her breast a strange delta he climbs
Lilliputian to her Gulliveress
A lady lay down her forest for the imp
his smallness his cry
across what he thinks of as his outreness
his outsidedness
alone the body long
buries itself

over svelte ruins



Now the spirit comes along the Great one love's father and mother hipping him up he is Indian and trader sailor and buccaneer fearless to the word's strong well bound for thigh roof and lip throng his bellows her taking to her selves the wish to bear take the thing up to her holiness

words after are a lost tribe a sentinel of their bodies mark
in the sheets
o restless wind of their speakable sighs that wear the taste of day and rivers fly
between the counting words her laugh then a warm round place her voice enveloping eloped across the care of hand held

2


Not the ugly one he thinks not ugly handsome with the burnt sienna

why ugly he would ponder over the whacks and hill
never that
never ugly mother
mother were there stares across the page of your death

The real condemnation was not to have been ugly but a body borne by death

So then he wheels over the cable trussed stations of the sky a satellite rounding ringing the hips of lovers

of lovers
O breath and pediment of sigh



Not fearful
a glancing Son of the roamer one

his body earth carries


Along come the tusked shovels

Later
he spies her hips facing the dawn
crawls inside of her conch
revery to her delicate hazes
her eyes


Breath
breadth

endings are foot moves in the dance

he lifts her feet up looks under sees up into the astrological dark of her lines and


forages a kiss

finds another way to her sighing hip of wreathed lovers
Kiss her


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suffering ends
joy flips its tourniquet
triage to desire
their trains bodies
O this blessing of wave and mouth

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it's the blogger space of love creating the chambers you fill in the night speaking warning of its signs, hands of its desire,

tremendous pillow of sacrament and hope desire shaping its peace dilating memories and peace, restoring a sense of smell along the ocean feet hip topping its walk saunter on lore of legend trace of joint melt of speak weak of enchantered hauteur

your eyes into the nave of things

inside the hollow of the cathedral a tremendous summoning and cry

a finking saunter cambering along shading the hand the finial detail of your lips petal hovering over

slow-fret of damping morning mouths

gather the leaves hostages of ospreys of night sprays of the gather

not to make the poem, but the place where it stings, shrieks bellows its name
a love rush over the pavement Antioedipus busting the numerical name an apartment for sale a glad for dreaming, verdigris and the habit

not pausing to make it stay but letting it

a forgetfulness in the sigh over water and bridge the association of Arts a clamber of gatherers half-arc
his orator shells the pea the moment

will each poem then be a spelling bee? a stink garnered in the potatoes a mother willing her sons an infant bearing his father over seas and city a palomino red in the sun a tanned gold bearing the odds by singing his real rage

burring its accent as the terrible I speaks

it's the night like you

syllable latched hanging from the mouth tipping and the music of this piano syllables tom-tommed and

rackered

'by the gates' of your body yearning in the night like its hushands and simple swirl of its nape the powered draw of your thigh and the body tracked to its husbands harvest of pillow and draw the wimple of a covert nun sighing heirloom of verse pieces

verse pieces for your eyes 'my farling' which is a key a combo of farthing and darling clinging two nouns like two eyes lingo-ed into pediments of grace yoked by two senses over the same limb a cloth draping a bear

which roared in the hollow in the billow of the sacred suffering over cities of clatter cities of

a breath then this then here then around then over then in then above then near then there then on then night then reel

whirring memory

creating fippled-flutes where players stand

is this word then a repetition?
is that what it will speak?

scrolled heavens speak
unscrolled book-winder speak