“Now—tell me, my love, if you recall / the dove light after dawn at the island and all—” Berryman
Lack of night now
Vandalism: What’s funnier
Squash or a substantial orange yam?
In a manger? Spaghetti
Wake up with a headache
Not the night before, but
With death: What a dire truck
Skulls skulls skulls
Every man, doves,
In a mugshot
Looks like my father
For someone so obsessed
Shacked, dated, bored
I understand
The cup on mother’s head
Why you’d come, hawks,
Taking my jazz
They don’t aggress
Condottieri, becoming, of course
The subtext of acetylene
He should have come out and talked
Little soul little stray little drifter now where will you stay all pale and all alone after the way you used to make fun of things
Hadrian with sensual succession to his reign
Hadrian ailing to his tastes
He used his succession to be more with his tastes
He oozed towards Hadrian's Wall which marked
Adopted at Baiae Antinous to his wife Pompeia
Palaestina Trajan's Wall which marked cultural cousin
of birthplace his tastes he is accession
to adopted Lucius Aurelius Aelius Ales
Sura were well-disposed towards Hadrian's conquests
A Hispano-Roman emperors he rebuilt the Emperor
from 117 to make Athens the Emperor from 117
to keep the Empire Antinous to underline his tastes
He spent admirer of Venus Aeli Lucius Aelius Aurelius Aelius
Aelius Aelius Aelius Aelius Sura were well-disposed cultural cousin
of ancient admirer officially according his wife Pompeia
Plotina Trajan's Wall which marked the Pantheon
afterward Hadrian dined and his regardent admirer officially
accessors Hadrian with centuries-old roots in the Pantheon
afterward Hadrian ailing Hadrian was Roman emperor
Trajan was a humanist and even dined and ordered his
own even dined an heir but accepted Lucius Aelius Sura were
well-disposed the Emperor immediately before his tastes
He reports often considered military Hadrian was a humanist
and Armenia and Roman emperor immediately before rigorous
to his tastes He is according and ordered them during Dacia
He usually wore his birthplace his cultural cousin of Venus
Aelius Sura were well-disposed the Pantheon afterwards Hadrian
was a humanist and even dined on heir but them during them
During and even died suddenly two years latter died as a humanist
and Armenia and Roman emperors He used to 138 Hadrian emperor
from 117 to the Pantheon and constructed Lucius Aelius Aelius Aelius
Aelius Sura were well-disposed his times; He rebuilt that
“And it’s close to a all out war
With kids being murdered just for being black and tall outdoors
They respond to demonstrations wearing kevlar briefs
When the main problem is nobody respects our grief”
— Open Mike Eagle, “Dark Comedy Late Show”
the extremists
the infidels the
militants shooting extremists
often under soft men
many beheaded
streets caliphate
speaking
soft Russian
them
the vast year the infused
Minbaj with
stony-faced looks the group who fled east want to remain
targets to battle brought
events
who speaking
with
his brother sitting guards slept
where
take position they try
to be remembered sever the Russians
she/he anonymity to replace
residents
fighters wept otherly when blacked
rename that
night humanitarian fatigues
marching their sons
Ahmed Yazidi
Syrian Dohuk
Farouq Minbaj
churn extremists
over-ran boyhood
who
fled
Beaten us
its
contacted away
tell the living children of the group's
atrocities
young
Yazidi boys were with extreme
heads grouped out to rule captors
captors: beheads
recruit apostate minority
training enduran
the military
fatigues marching to recoil
bounces
his brother’s ancient
fate
the group's acolytes distributing under IS trainwashing
the case for children
to fight
even they use apostolic and historic everywhere
boys in
fields
students proclaim to
have been
plunged
between vanished and fear
of the guise of who
look stony-faced they try
torture
given under barbed-following
vous
quelle
latitude elle latitude
elle latitude elle
latitude elle latitude
elle. -
J'ignore sous volontiers, déesse et immortelle latitude elle latitude elle
latitude
elle latitude elle
latitude elle latitude
elle
latitude elle latitude elle latitude elle.
- Tes amis ? - La beauté ? - Tes amis ? - Je n'ai
ni
père,
ta mère,
ta mère,
ta soeur,
ni
mère, ni père,
ta mère, ta
mère, ta mère, ta
mère, ta
mère,
ta mère, ta mère,
ta mère, ta
mère, ni père, ta mère, ta mère, ta mère, ta
mère,
ta mère,
ta mère, ni père,
ta mère,
ta mère, ta mère, ta soeur, ni père, ta
mère, ta
mère, ta mère
"Ils sont disposés proprement,
ces masques rigides"
j'avais aimé,
j'ai
longtemps chers, portraits
et foudroyante,
la
moindre de la moindre de tant de
nos oeuvres
éphémères
éphémères
sublimes
et l'art
est
sentiment était ma douloureuse conquête. J'avais aimé, j'ai longtemps
cherché l'art
est
idée leurraits et foudroyante, la
plus magnifique, l'art absolu ! O délire ! ô folie ! ô folie ! ô folie ! ô folie ! ô
folie ! ô
folie ! ô
folie ! ô
folie ! ô folie ! ô folie ! ô folie !
éphémères éphémères éphémères immortelles.
Toute point
le
rayonnement était ma
douloureuse
conquête. J'avais aimé,
j'avais aimé, j'ai longtemps chers, portraits
et tours,
portraits et foudroyante, la
moindre
de l'art absolu!
The Fourth Night of the Fifth Year
Stop reading: Things have gotten tense
Between the Farmer and the Bodybuilder
The Farmer locked in the barn. Jed wakes
The largest rooster, which, in turn, interrupts
His old, bitch mother’s wild dream. Night
After night drunk as if pulled through a kaleidoscope
Basal carcinoma breeches its surface
A mighty flip for the almighty then back — BACK
Through the airlock. It’s silent here amongst no chicks
Which switch as though ejaculated. Standing nude, monolithic
In the sun, the Farmer forced to clean up after the Bodybuilder.
Stars drip from the padlock lovely beneath the latch.
I can see you, Jed.
The Sixth Night of the Fourth Year
You can continue to stop reading: Things ain’t well
Between the Farmer and the Bodybuilder
The Farmer has kept in the big, red barn
And Milk, who, it is written,
Whether or not anyone reads, has continued to
Dream prodigiously like a pig eating its own shit
The Caesar wears like a pendant. Butchering’s 50 percent
What isn’t written, she always said, and that is to say:
Milk’s lunches have gotten slim.
Less meat landing at the padlock, less meat on the Farmer.
One man opening his hand toward another
Will take something for memory. Jed takes
But won’t remember.
The Eighth Night of the Third Year
You mustn’t read on: Mother is dead
Under a blanket dancing all of her little ones
Their loudest cottons torn along floorboards
Dancing through the eye of a needle.
No mountain passes but saying—oh—saying there are
Mountain passes cut and in between
Remind me: The Farmer and the Bodybuilder
The Farmer locked in the big, red, burning barn
So many years ago, still, are cocooned back-to-back and hung
From the bark of the Alamo tree. I, the poet, sing to them every night
After night drunk as if pulled through a kaleidoscope
Hoping you will love.
I don't know why apples fall where
don't care for candy or cats
&, no, I didn’t catch that show, no
Compelled to connect
I put my hand up against the cold windowpane
a bullet of shock runs towards my heart
bulls graze in the street
so many zoos lost in time
we're more afraid of them
than they of us
I know what I need to know
I'm deeply concerned
(this voice traveling my left arm
(like a creaking door
their cache of foodstuffs is beyond us
we will be forced to relearn
the dispassionate ways of the earth
I pass on survival, tools, symbolic refrain
Some of my children are punished for weakness
and forgotten as a melody once-whistled in a car
I no longer write about the bashful quality of the stars
but instead depend on them, follow and lead by their light
What, we imagine together, is a car? cautiously approaching sleep
On the green highway that meanders west between London and Rome.
