silver eyes hung in kohl there
is where you mean by sky conquerer
your poem its peppered nacre
variegated really your eyes do
their many crushed blue tiles
too much of an aerated thing
dispersed sky strange good sky
peppered thing long black eyes
hung with magick rhyme yourselves
after Kazim Ali’s Explorer
of disease friends of disease friends of disease friends among you terrors by the terabyte whatsoever illustrious stoa has man today blooms for redemption some ask for deliverance though others entreat the king but beg first at good deeds who thirst blooms with holy diadem equal authority for attempting himself in sights poets and painters you will scream ill scream ill like the savage coupled bird
down? the sky is not a catalog, an inventory, a litany; it is sent up for grating? vision touches blue bore and flake moon cloud or men in a rush against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, again, this is how i am like a grater? what comes down? the sky like a grater. what comes down. what comes down? the sky is not a catalog, an in a rush against god no, again, this is how i am like a grating? vision touches blue bore and flake moon cloud or men in a rush against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no, against god no
The thing in the sky
All of a sudden is a cartoon bird
Then it’s an actual hungry shark
But it’s a puddle of draino now
I’m sad I said sad to see polygons
Again the lizard ten years old
Then chemo
Is a seahorse
Then it’s a chicken
It’s not a chicken per se
I’m nervous and driving
Afraid of death depth stillness it looks like
A chicken but then suddenly
It’s pregnant something else still born
It’s the ocean but not drowned
A seahorse hot
A shark it’s not a
Chicken it’s a rotten cartoon it’s
Six o’clock somewhere I suppose a carcass now a newt
It’s 6 ounces of what sky is what
I wanted to say am saying have said.
“Pyrrho, the one who built such an amusing science out of ignorance … [sometimes suffered] being incised and cauterized with such constancy that he was not seen even to blink.” Montaigne
marrow suppressed memories
eithermore salable images indirectly spring
somatologic malignancies of ontology:
cloud sides breathe interior concerns
erected by a crew in public view
heavy as heaven harvest between blinks
callused tradition conceives the park bench
memory shielding the sculpture the body from
the breath the disaster the doubt cast cave-in
Where will he go?
Half hemmed against
The water hand dancing through
Clouds in a ballet of stars
Night
Just night
Beneath the cold mountain
Where is he afraid to go?
