(1) It is Said: only Violence is Viscerally in the Clear
(2) Indeed: My Desire is
something like this
(3) It was the Body’s Failed Posture that this Picture of an Anchor-Pull I Conjūred
(4) And in the Drudge toward Home, The Little
Mocking-Bird listens Carefully to
the Prevailing Voice in the Heart: that of the Body Distancing itself from its own pound
(5) Listen Up:
“I’ll Leave no Details Slacking, So
don’t you Come Around…”
(6) Intimacy at Dusk, Received with the Gravest Superstition
(7) We Might Compose: the Story, the Animal, the Unwinding Memory of the Muscle of Love
(8) The Figure here Somehow Concealed
(9) In the Morning: I Steals
away the Perspective I Thought: “Might
Erase…” or put Another way: I
Stole Because of our Need to Steal what it Might
be, that Might have Stole
(10) Translation:
My Ommi in her Rocking Chair, Waiting in the Nursery Home and Staring out the
Window between two Poorly parted Curtains; she is waiting for Someone she once
knew, Perhaps she once Birthed, someone she thought she might have once thought
she knew, as if, someone once Mentioned; and into Focus: my Father, combing her Hair, as those eyes close, and that
Smile begins to Form: Oh So-So Close
(11) And-----------------à“It All Came so Suddenly.”
She Said.
(12) This City and its Lack of
Snō, Oddly
Envelopes us all the more, into an ever-increasing (-ily) Transparent and Desperate Look of Desire
(13) It’s Always about that Rushing
Towards what seemingly is Set in its Way of Avoiding our Grasp
(14) This is a Smell that I Cannot
Place, yet Habitating the Search,
is Akin to Slithering into the Low
Fog of a Barren yet Glowing awe
(15) in other words:----------------------------àthe Issue is not What the
Emergency May be, nor Where the Emergency Might Occur, but only When the
Emergency Will----------------à“is”
Itself into This