Slow Train Coming (015)

Thursday September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

Topaz and granite
suburban villas spread
like pond growth
sandstone hulks

it is barbarism springs him to the brink:

                        a man who franks his anger
                        on the wind

                        who turns circles in the drowning pools
                        of his ambition

                        left to tread the dusty rise of circumstance,
                        in coarse climates,

                        dilatory and resilient, here
                        are seeded the pale fires

                        that would burn the very sand, & could
                        quench an ocean

                        thirst answers thirst, as sky answers sky
                        one expanse struggling

                        to contain the other    in the tangerine scrub
                        a kiss fails       a kiss

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Slow Train Coming (017)

Thursday September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

 defer chance              chainlink and pot-plants       the storm riding in, casual at 4.30
the shallow glass wrinkled with perspiration
of isolation from      a balcony        hanging forty stories high
sucks a little sugar nixed from the mirror      the taut prince
& beneath, the chronic city
patio furniture heavy with
retainers are
braced
sweet tooth the curse of the sentry
benson & hedges, and a little tinnitus

 

Slow Train Coming (016)

Thursday September 27, 2012 § Leave a comment

of mid-afternoon a high, a cold moon relinquishing, his predicament is a solstice brightness on a cold day of shadows faint along the strip breathing into

the slipstream, collar up, wind makes eyes weep, under clouds signals of distress blink into the evening a dynasty the tumble-down fall of the dull light of a plane landing 

& how long he can stand outside the circle

Slow Train Coming (007)

Saturday August 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

    007

sharing a Coke between pursed lips    cap low    you talk like a barman gruff and
vernacular      a pretty walk tottering on bibliophile’s legs      ideas thick as nettles
verging the path, gathering cicada      piquant and conversant       slow hum of leisure drowning out revellers
                      we find our isolation                   your jailbait smile   my rococo
dependencies            a mixed bag      where we clarified our opposition

                       & the most tender handjob I ever had

Slow Train Coming (006)

Saturday August 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

    006

a mirror is the wrong metaphor craving as with a poem the problem is surfaces of unlimited enticements is like walking in the sea                        sun catches the shingle

 

 

Slow Train Coming (001)

Saturday August 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

   001

early-warning system he had dirty fingernails we’re talking about a crime bill pure
and simple I wish dawn cannot replicate brandishing complaints lilt of our early
rendezvous set the agreed currency of return our understanding waiting tick tock of
the hurricane blasé if you can manage it bill I think I love you like a slow train
coming         morning          piercing           distant     verdict       measured by

Slow Train Coming (000)

Saturday August 4, 2012 § Leave a comment

‘what whiteness will you add to this whiteness/what candour?’
– Ezra Pound, The Pisan Cantos

 000

worse than that she moves restlessly through her targets that means anything look dull man sitting in a taxi behind a length of manifold ticker running heart packed like bait leaning against a Cadillac or a newsstand the slender pinned-back ears of expectation shivering in shirt sleeves forget the evening you probably would anyway everything = something (not that with all the sang-froid of a banana republic jilt me at the altar spell it out for me for Christ’s sake, unfolding my book on a park bench and

 

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