Thinking About Zuihitsu

Wikipedia Poem, No. 982

Tokyo, 2019

i feel my eye
my wife
glaring

this
ambiguity arcs
particularly effective

clicks i
feel
my eye

my
wife stares
this ambiguity

conveys the
corner
of the physically

and psychologically overwhelming
ambiguity
these particularly

effective clicks
i convene
my eyes

my wife
hunting actions of being
actions of kofi annan

of newt gingrich of
another herd of clicks
i feel my eye

my wife deconstructing one’s sense
being terrified—of finding the performer is particularly effective clicks
i feel my eye

my wife passes on
no action on being this
singular trail of blind bursts

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Artifacts of Reference, No. 38

Wikipedia Poem, No. 395

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“We / take the form / of our uncertainty” Gil Ott

    turn the shades in bed she would never        separate page without harming triangles 
on the       would never her       her her       her her her her her her her her her
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       her her her her her her her her her her her head bed         blue    rip 
the covers over   blue rip the words with lipstick pencil                 red
      open the pulls         he would never head in bed blue       turn    the shades 
in bed she traces all the cover          blue   turn           the cover blue turn the 
shades in bed           red turn the          covers overs overs over         blue turn 
the cover blue turn the one before she traces all the         bed     she           pages
      with lipstick pencil      red draws two bulging     bed blue is no good in 
bed blue a red drawing two bulging        pulls the one   bed    she would 
never her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her her
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her her her her         her    her       her her her her her her her her her her head
in bed       blue a red          rips      the covers overs overs over blue turn
     the cover blue turns the blue yawns and the bed         blue turns 
he pulls the cover blue turn the       would never           separate pages
     blue yawns and the shades in           the covers over     blue is no good in
          bed blue yawns and       jumps from the covers over the blue rip       shades
 in bed blue is no good in bed      blue insides red turn the shade in bed blue a red
 open   the shades in bed    blue is no good in bed blue is no good in bed
      blue    is no good in bed         she would never her her her her her her her her her
      her her her her her her           her her her her her her her     
        in bed blue turn the shades in bed       she pulls the pulls pulls 
the morning in     bed blue is no       good in bed she page without harming 
the        bed      blue is no good           in bed blue is no good

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Gil Ott quote via Charles Bernstein's jacket2.org.

Infidelity

Her catholic harness
In the lamp-lit corner
A black habit
Praying for what
I’ll never know

Arnaut Blowing Smoke at the Nose of His Dog

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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.