[24001 – 25000]
Cycling the rutted Yangtze, Saint-Pierre
of the tinfoil sauerkraut is flung against
a low-pitched abutment, carapace un-
damaged. This confrontation of breastbone
& misbehavior bewilders our half-
pint, doddering, polytheistic old-
timer, this maverick bottling co-
existence with anticlimax—
sentencing watercress to newfangled
semicolon. Hah! To trope on cinnabar
is to dislocate a bonanza of
spermatozoa & incertitude, where
to inhere is to impinge, where to bash
is to electrify.
[25501 – 25600]
A lopsided perimeter of gnomon
& dimorphic monoliths. Dmitry
midair. Roly-poly on his go-cart.
Splicing together the on-going cheep-
cheep of well-muscled loose-leaf glucoside
chromosome by chromosome, eschewing
lobbyist & gaucho alike. Yonder
jaunts the muezzin, that thug, macerated
with plasma, assessing the well-off—who’re
no more well-off than he. Do these connote
the gerund mauling banality of scrabble?
An appurtenance to overshoot? Perhaps
an acronym to untangle?
[10801 – 10900]
for Irving
The supple & subtle vicissitudes
of metaphor, as dispensed so bluntly
by Dunbar’s cherry & Joyce’s peach, here
& there afoot like a sonorous
drunkard: they’ll conjure penitence out of
the penniless diction of mercenary
noblemen for their oblong usages;
they’ll sprinkle a presumptuous loathing
surpassing the tyrannical nucleus
of consummation; they’ll stumble along
the highways, past flattened Munich, past the
upturned shipwreck of enlightenment, to
exhaust the workings of the translator &
evade him with pitiable finery.
[21301 – 21400]
An octopus of giggles, an idyll
of gel, webbed & compliant (as inside
a macintosh), as gestation nears,
Eva shucks her metamorphic questing
at the jamb to eyewitness snow-capped
Napoli outdid by a parallax
of deforestation. “Salaam, Bournemouth!
Salaam, Wallachia! I lampoon you,
here at the trapdoor of yet another
cathartic arabesque—you who brandish
egotistic contravention, the togs
that permeate & ping, that blab & blab—
for how you unearth lethal laager &
pimp seminal flotsam spirally in
immanent tweeds.”
