[MUTE] By: Matina L. Stamatakis

Table of Contents:

1. Smallness of Hands
2. Tame
3. Globules
4. Inlusion for Deleuze
5. Bagnio Girls
6. Compost Fix
7. Harpies' Hands
8. The Birth Abstract 1
9. Creation
10. I'm not Gasping May
11. Olden New
12. Divinity
13. Too Kachina
14. Darwinian
15. The Birth Abstract 2
16. Will Occurs Because of Significant Interface with the Subconscious
17. Eyes on the Dash
18. Mechanical Birds
19. Deux Kiosks
20. Rabbit Entropy
21. Exploded View v 2.0
22. Staccato Elle
23. Shortcomings
24. 120 Days of Fuzzy Logic (for Pasolini)
25. The Broken Life
26. Dark Park
27. Exploded View v 1.5
28. Novocain
29. @
30. Censorship Kiddies
31. Mothering Circuitry
32. Love-Me-Nots
33. Sonido Inq[ieto] Revisited [for Brenda Cardenas]
34. Inquieto
35. Clusters
36. LeVeLeD
37. By Death
38. By Living
39. Metropolish
40. Fractal-s-Cutter 1.0
41. Kateri
42. No Coyness of Pearl
43. +++-----++++---
44. A-NoN
45. Fractal-s-Cutter 3.0
46. Limbic Percussions [Taken to the Third]
47. Manray's Incidental Space
48. Dali Comp}{osites
49. Curious Mist
50. Eidetics: Idyl for Malfunction Aesthetics
51. What of Vein Seeps into Sachet
52. Vortexture
53. Spasmodic
54. Jazz the Glass/ Hands the Distance

Smallness of Hands

...
..
One touch

is all and only
to brave my blood.
Sweat-palms
inward fold,
fold again.
Remember how they looked
as red cubicles? Inside me
it rained for forty days;
the machines

malfunctioned
[I'm not extinct yet, am I?]
Save the last vision
for weak hands

of hands that know more
than weakness,
to make beg from soot, plants,
knuckle drought,
full of dirt and bone.
Look how they shiver,
just look.
In feebleness
see their name
render

Tame

...
...
time will see arabesque as achromatic
-------no chain helix stretched--------
......................tumor/polyp burst
geometric cell debris [of stained glass implode]

1.

no acajou, petal, shade of palm
.............to hide--never benign
...................of ribbed leaf
dwarfish, cold of finger, curled
at tip-----
are, are not ripe amarelle
trapped in adder's tongue,

2.
................no violet centrifuge
rich with lavender spun from center
as tempera, as tender flowers enveloped
in death threat letters.

...............persistence color
no more, no less than
............monochrome mouth of Venus
and sable

4.

make lack with black and white
strip from meaning being, to
............die-out with name
----------soon------------



(Eratio, #7, 2006)

Globules

Inlusion for Deleuze

...
...
eyes comment [then erase]
....................
.....................second Deleuze

[inchoate, yes, as faulty girls
.............living in the same cubicle]
possessed by Oedipus.
.......................................Is amaranth
two lips of eternal purple
.......................or one suggestive
glance?

Budging with each revealed
kapok
..........................__No__


lies internal manifestation
all that chaosmosis lacks

bibliomancy yet romances
...............its own fleshy elements.

Bagnio Girls

2006...
...
We: silent and dead lily white, alphosis
lips.

In the brothel they make babuinas of our fingers,
...............tell us where to sit,
stand,
kneel
before rubied decanters
--bruises deep, empurpled
....................hyson leaf marks, faint craquelure
.............of vine-work
peeling a weak girl's baroque skin back
........................with
mosquito suck precision--

lest Persephone do please[anything free, libertine,
raw venom unto itself]


.................................shall count with abacus
............................days we hide in man's shadow.


(Listenlight #01, 2006)

Compost Fix

...
...
She chased me from the poppies
a woman discovers gravity, celestial
plans, vestal virgins

in hip pockets--so she says with volition:
make rickshaw from bone
see all pliant florae fold
metamorphos into palm

we talk of missing home, honey locust thorns,
bellies chafe wild flowers, make their marks
on forehead's slick (even slicker wet pebbles)

imagine goose bumps when I heard she was
a galaxy uncharted, a space between thumbs,
knuckles--and I pressd her for worth

watched her butterfly over the skies of Cyprus--

look down

I must have compressed universe
in these fingers.


(To be featured in: Word for/ Word, 2007)

Harpies Hands

...
...
With nails, shambles the only need of swarming
...................................................this all-over night

[we cannot share a loud quiet]

produce no fruit
nor embrace;

only
amidst the ravenous
scratching of aasvogels

who pick scar-seared hands

now

bloody it may.

The Birth Abstract 1

Creation

...
...
You acrospire six days
...........of interwoven dreams:

Second day:

.......from plumule; a thousand star thistles
............of sky, earthen pressures
.............of coiling curl [born of leaf twine].

Third day:

..............fireflies with pomp beat-
..............flap broken wings,

bleed out fleshy annulus--
full-bellied orbs.

Sixth day:

soothes you
..........to standstill,

tender these body-compulsive gods

I'm not Gasping May

..
...
--I'm not gasping May--
In showing me the way to [reverberate] an echo,

I see-- must extinguish wild fruit from mouth
before you say I am ripe enough
to bear word--as if it should be heavy in my gut,

or is hidden in the confines of a cockle shell's spiral;
all shapes distant from touch, hard to fathom
in bulging pancreata.

------------------------------------------------------
It's dew May. My fallopian tubes are pregnant empties
twisting smiles; a somersault or two--still

rolling in your impossible numbers,
call collect just to hear the salt.

---------------------------------------

I decide to move to the ocean where resound is mute;
I do not have to gasp like a beached Asian carp,
or fat rolling off bone--
...................................to its endearing thumps.

------------------------------

Dickinson would appreciate
these staccato waves,
and offer me to the silent word--
her imperfect deities.

Olden New

..
...
[these shuddering moons are easily assimilated,
............dream themselves obese expressions [within expressions]]

Slivers of tender nuclei erased from belly folds often weightless,
think of what vein bleeds out, looks safe in the fuselage of cupped hands.

Before the wind's suction compressor forces light into specks of wondering,
could wonder, where silence and the urge to break

.................................................comes from.

Funny the old moon looks without brim--
penumbra.

Divinity

..
..
It was you who played samisen, Buddha--
it was you who pulled this ripcord, taut muscle,
it was you.

I smelled saltpeter in the air, knew
I was home again. Knew I was living
the dream of deicide, with my hand on you,
god, and one hand on this lute.

It was you who taught me how to fuck.
It was you I desexed in my mind. Know
the ectoplasm just dripped out of you.
Know I had been injecting wonderful things
in my arms. I was yours again. In
another dream; this aureole fell as a feather palm,
wrapped your head in lame`.

Don't forget I created you.
Don't conceive another samsara--
you're through. I channel you
into something remote, intangible.
It is you whose embodiment is of scarab--
and nothing bleeds through.


(Can We Have Our Ball Back?, 2006)

Too Kachina

...
...
of mesa--
inhabitants' dimensions exist in:
supercollider: the act of clashing corn stalks [2]
........................beaten paths
dance around imagined fires

orbital: this Hopi idol
is feeling December--continuous succession throughout his material half

written in the man-made, the arching rocks
of mammoth blurs where charcoal roughs against furious hands
and bends light prisms--

rag doll faces of spirits who exist
only in brevity

Darwinian

...
...
There was a transcending blue. The kind that everyone knew was the final hour where the primary takes shape over the senses, folds into the retina to settle, expand, then die outin a wave thrust by undertow.We watched this transformation in silence,crouched with ears to the ground like seashells awash in blankets of sand, and hoped the cerulean landscape faded from our eyes.

The same wave of seafoam and algae, abalone; a last supper flopped towards the hem of our feet, mouthed words we could not hear in the crashing avalanche of skin and scales. As if our ancestors called from the waves, we stood, moved with effortless grace to the placewhere we had been born.


(Cynic Magazine, 2006)

The Birth Abstract 2

Will Occurs Because of Significant Interface with the Subconscious

...
...
I awoke
from what she said
............suddenly of shorthand:

Rpg merge
[of a] jury [lot] longer really just [a]bout me

watching her mouth at me to be blamed
for placement in the very runny
..........blue like that rots on plaster--
to be executed from mouth

all systems down
I wasn't a good listener--my ear was Gogh's breakfast

that morning
moment of relapse
.......................I felt the
...........................sever/age
twitch.

Image. Image. Imagine these images obtained
at two languages as universally unsupported fantasies

she had more to chew than I

burning fault for threading
.............................is intellectual property
.....................is merely reference

I scribbled on the wrong
..............to get an image she never
understood--wasn't her typeset
mind you



(Can We Have Our Ball Back?, 2006)

Eyes on the Dash

...
...
with yolk

.................yellow sun will reflective

bobs tiki girl hula lei--
.......................down your guttural rhapsody
[and carburetor]
oh no
she's a fierce girl with brown thighs who told you she was from Topeka
---------you thought maybe she said Kauai--------------

now swings your favorite dancer
to the tune
of angry foot pedals

--do gleam though dulled slightly by foot--
you think she looks better bobbing on your cock don't you? Make sure she
brushes it with her Hawaiian ginger lips

---------------------------------------------------------------------
the park was lovely with the birds they reminded you of some erratic
luau or the way maple syrup drips from trees only to trickle
down your throat
---------------------------------------------------------------------

you drive the hot car muscle and still do not turn from good guy
to mean villain is it because she is staring at you?

this black-eyed doe in the headlights
[flashing into someone with all being]--do run into this quiet
blank space between glove box and steering wheel

where you think all spare change ends up eventually

Mechanical Birds

...
...
Narrow bridges
turn upward metal smoke plumes
plumas

or

traveling over years
ago near zero
applications
suitable
to skin here,

at once
in a discus belly
of kinder,
gentler faces


in the fire pillar of their bodies
a flesh fly, a city scraper

or

birth defect between webbed feet:
mom-and-pop stores
start from here
then branch out
to nothing

train stations
conductors
amongst the lone
misplaced advertisements
slip

on guano wings
acid rain
terminal
toward

azure Skyy
bottles

Deux Kiosks

..
...
While searching

........for the latest fashion one recalls French beggars

.................................twirling sick
..................momma's bijoux

or with taste settle
..................for bric-a-brac-------no
.....................mutual, social, mental political climate
why we haven't figured these bulbish clones
are out of season with heishi

..............[you kicked the Cosmo,
jato foot

........................scything bug kampongs

death by dull magazine
or else][or other]

.....................................deicide: to
.........................sit and make paper dolls

from small intestines------

..............twiddle
thumbs
............................. [into] difficult choices

Rabbit Entropy

Exploded View v. 2.0

...
...
Take this girl rot heliotrope
shove her bloat call white on
blue on the ebb of hem of rift
fishy eelpout not so fallow a cow
exscind for now gestation

come now wake will in dream lay
dreaming of glabrous nights
without raincoat I smell
a thousand naked thistles
know her as a crime
of fringed orchid bleeding
Formica plastic lip

drip she who lisps a moo


(Zafusy, 2006)

Staccato Elle

...
...
She breaks today; a prism fragile, shudders relucent for a moment, sheltering privation's whimsy to bear the bent-wild fruit of its diaphony --seems remote enough to serenade flesh flies into this womb--

...............transience: her mouth on his cock; to play devil's waltz with eyes of an evil Liszt. Not sheltered, but virile in his own neck juices,

........................and torso the high-
collared transience that spills
..................................torque from jugular.


[She broke, passing away the moment he turned up an angry Christ, casting away love-nots; had nothing to do with spring, nor wind. Had Hungarian lilacs wilted their lands, May buzzards gasped for bazigars and gypsy moths, she may have uncovered an intricately-laid scratch of face--final flash of imperfection]

.................He plays on, mistressing her curls vagabond with Budapest in his eyes.
..............................................Oh. The wane is evidence he has lips.
So easily
one would
......................break
for the sound
of a
fallen





angel.

Shortcomings

...
...

It's dark gray but you show tonight--skin black
spirit of time sometimes
replaces embers, charred cuticles,
to recollect a day where auburn light once rested.

I found you crouched behind the fan ferns,
and lean-tos, and it.

Always it which rested heavy in my palm
and refused to grow--how seedling
looks as a virgin: small, barren, incomplete--
it.

It which destroys hopes budding,
and feeds morning chances of rebirth

with vice.

120 Days of Fuzzy Logic (for Pasolini)

(...
...
True: bubbles work perfectly but interface

I don't chance them as a shape egg

to chip away a clutter: image: ovoid placement

lacking yolk

lacking lesson sadly [clash]

False: how warm and luscious imperfection is

as in phosphor ray tube

as in puzzle: DNA: pixels in auto-red

if from watching movies we could reencounter

that high of ambiguity

without freaking out

without...

disconnection...

[hybrid this object with Friulian language]



(To be featured in: Word for/ Word, #11, 2007)

The Broken Life

Dark Park

...
...
Language is a virus from outer space
........................................................... --William S. Burroughs

This

a mouth of jaundiced naval
frying

in my eyes you can view the monitor
power [pixelated]

and
yes

comment on this body left unexplored

yet

I have two cats
and a jump rope I never used

yes

my flesh is cleaner than a dog's
or junkie American I never was

the sandbox knows a child's
surprise before it occurs

feeds on oil and soot
and minimal impact


with hands
a fact:

I'm tempted to live out this martyr
notion someday:

--of bunny rabbits in poppy fields
--of orgies and art projects not overdone
or overanalyzed like my cunt

which has seen better nightmares
of deformed monsters

and Venusians of surprise
extension fetuses in the dark

[now assume positions of wakefulness]

Exploded View v. 1.5

...
...
spent evening digging up
exoskeletons in the backyard
she broke me/broke me not

how dulcet sound scrapes
as electromotive perfect
healthy flow of platelets
how do you do do again
the dig abscission of skin
I root a girl mouth of cunt.


(Zafusy, 2006)

Novocain

...
...
imago blue
..............with thrash chrysalis
IO
..............................moth in mouth

cotton swirl the crystal grasping secret heathers
with tongue

and so she speaks for hours
without voice

and feels pulse push closer to
guillotine jaw
.............locked between alabasters
move the world
so sluggishly with a drip--

waxen lips.

@

...
...
hopscotch

crude little [] brownies
play hallelujah
............................kipper
.....................fatlings side-by
side @
awake cantina with eye
[oh]
...............................those panties creep
don't they yolk-......out virgins
.........................these days @

old wimpy standby
watch

.......................................@ all

fledgling shit cookies
wave hands
.............like slippery diatoms--

and little girl smiles

(full of milky winks)

CENSORSHIP Kiddies 2

Mothering Circuitry

...
...
dawn I'm now paradigm
.........................aren't I?
although
.................................I feel the catbriers, son,
and they're not so gentle around the thighs
....................[even if mechanique?]

We're not lovers of French exploration,
...............quit encircling me with your tongue flesh
[it's not eurythmy I cling to even out of desperation]
it's as though
........................................you know, son,
I'm weaker than a beheaded cochin

........................with tendonish wires exposed
where vagina should be--and you will flip
......................................the switch, circumventing everything

Love-Me-Nots

...
...
A war of flowers
left your palms

and curled southward;
a burnt ray of Technicolor kamikazes.

With distance I pictured them
stretched about,

thought I heard
dirge, Ave Maria,

whisper them
back into the winds,

to teach girls to dance
who have had no prior experience.

Dripped between
the flushed pulp of toes,

my marionettes were tight
muscle mouths and hot

bubblegum ooze,
faint blurs of sweat

[how they twirled questions
and popped, tongues out as reddened

embryos expelled from womb]

Into light they wrapped hastily
around nerve and bone.


(elimae, 2006)

Sonido Inq[uieto] Revisited [for Brenda Cardenas]

...
...
absolute........of ....Pollock ....splatter.....rays
clash
then...............meld music of glories
you and I
.............of lyre.............brass
tambor
.........................grim-reflecting
cut music...........cut pen
..............................alla breve again.
This
is
how..........calabash..........parts
with
....................ink blot slide-ripple
vibration.
[Incamos, incamos]
how roll off tongue brash now

you impassioned
................................Chicano.

[]

We bleed rivulets; a sway in language of dots/slashes/ liquid skyscrapers
ink us--------a---------part
[let us live with twisted plumas]--
............with graffiti limbs..........tattooed murals
prisms of eye to show you I am looking
with heat

[]

[Inquieto, inquieto, inquieto]--
prickly cacti..............liquescence now
dig................below
to find sound bleeds out fleshy pear skins,
whispers:

..............adios

Inquieto

Clusters

...
...
a circle crosses that of a circle,
gentle blur's circumference

where exhaust is born plump--
suckling fetus and be death-gone all that
palpates with these metronome
machines

are ivory-laden bells
[nothing ever sounds
good in ivory,

nor yellow-white, neon-colored,
earthen-hued--

nothing is an impeccable
bubble]

I cling to with ear


(Melancholia's Tremulous Dreadlocks, 2006)

LeVeLeD

...
...
Want safflower
.........we
are lovers again
distant 1981
to moons of Orion's belt disintegrating
..........you
whiten my brow
[forehead perhaps?]
microscopic longing
.............we
feel erratic as microcosms
deranged star-dust
derange
..............me
want killer pesticide
homicidal tendencies turn lust
upon lust of action raise
..............you
make a breaker ace hole
rabbit hole
...............me
out of orbit skin-shed
head without motion action
distant arousal of phantom lungs scream
..............you
dirty lover bleat nail prick
sundered head
............you
.............me
deliverance leveled drive
..............I
can't love you lobed again
thanks momma
the flowers were nice
a casket on a pyre
.............our
sun collapse
that's how apocalypse feels in
............my/our/your
inaccessible
flesh
..............I
wish
..............I
brought a star catcher for the moon tonight
[the dirge]
thanks for the reminder warming up

silk sunflowers in the window
.............you
know the ones left on
.............my
doorstep [Orion's belt]
the current of love letters never received

(Eratio, #7, 2006)

By Death

...
...
To breathe

thought occurs

to chance

escape:

finale

By Living

...
...
One does not choose

by chance alone

to final breath

just yet

against wind

thought occurs:

encore

Metropolish

Fractal-S-Cutter 1.0

...
...

1. these children are null-and-void

Desire lacks I, sleep bang,
bang, bang--I want to go bad sun,
start accepting all messages,
reference fields.

I deleted the killer that nobody understood,
problems, brain interface gathers of keyboard
pieces, within the room bottles potentially
[un]interested in.


(Albany Other #5, 2006)

Kateri

.....
.......
About concerns:
...................six feet..............by inch.
Say I'm growing human (I'm sorry)
to use parallel, slice, particular handling--the idea of a light year in the roundabout.

No mechanism for dance at large (or south smiling peyote saints).
You would gladly be drinking, perhaps
..............................fondling my tits; an open mouth to tap juice out of blunt areolae.

Delete from me what this ocher face sees: a stretched

..................puzzle out of the nearest settlement. In November,
find its components wedged between your body
and whippoorwill's blood wings--

saucer-stomached, ginger cake with night
arranged to drink-in the coiled circles of my belly. Then your peace pipe smiles
long again, finds this inhalant most flesh soothing.

Let's not talk

...............in errors, or waft, or dogs--all howling gluttonies with presence,
howling scrape from hambones and broken shins

I have to talk now, or walk with the saints again,
Mohawk, lily-speak, knees clasp final breath, arrangements
with you--the other side leans out; runs leathern with water.

It's not spirituality, I'm afraid, that tugs them to my knees,
maybe the way maypole's will--from stiff phallic images of your torn
dress threads--form intricate bone carvings, azure gleam of turquoise beads.

The way you listen to barriers and hide in the longhouse with your moccasins

.........................torn off,
extended to drive leather-lipped nooses under my toes.

I know you're not as pure as my last confession--let's be what wind never blows,
or, at most, the faint automatic rustles of worsening conditions.

No Coyness of Pearl

....
.....

pull another Chrysanthemum from broad
..............................heavy
...........make a fist [say my heart] it takes fierce weather
to turn acidic stars to petal
................dust
...............no momma

I'm not fucking like a virgin today
a 15 shadow of pink-eyed labia
it's the void of moon I remember

..................[in him]
the way his paradise is a wainscoted bedroom
eye

.........is all replete with muscle?

marry it
this danger of doves and curlicue
we touch like muffled pillows atop sweat
action

oh momma
you say it's animality and
attraction that conjoins our emaciated bodies--
..............no a wonder.

++++------------------++----------------

...
...

...........skeptical angles
..................................eyelid up

a lullaby...........sick +......... aborted napkins

+ my heart every ten minutes is ticking
................like a fixed smile

elastic woman perfected

..........to stretch.....where no bowel should ever..........stretch

.....................cry with child?
.
.....Whatever is prodigal as a pig girl

who knows swine is a four letter word
...one extra smell of milk
.........................+ cat and biltong

...stretched

.............to =

......lid's sidle

A-NoN

Fractal-S-Cutter 3.0

........
...........

3. these frictions are identifiable on my thighs

Worn over your hip bones, metaphysical
you are now .........drunk on cheap coffee, ....lethargic, oftentimes
desolate embers..........you like my knobby knees[I can tell],
dim thigh, burgundy now........ perks insatiable
interest, can't blame you, overrated this thatch
mound is broken-.......... in maidenhead--
mouth swollen crease five times over.

[I called it lustre..... putty it now]

Limbic Percussions [Taken to the Third]

.......
........

retroflex is neither the shape to twist
bow arms, or sweat to form brow--
a rhythmic drip crescendo
............. [you notice this serenade starts
in your spine, but do not grasp its mystic]

whets finality
with your privation
to tap

incessantly in ears.
-
may take awhile to introduce you to
phonographs or tape

reels rolling backwards Muddy Water tunes,


where Satan hoodoo-speaks
................as you out-hum
your most vocal parts

............1. diaphone
............2. heavy moan
............3. biofeedback

inserting falsetto in a raw voice box
...... [you gullet worm of blue gleeks out tunes]
which moves to your joints like erratic bongos from 1930 jungles
of limb and fist.

It's high time at Red Jaw, my man--so the sax says in wailer's voodoo
-
can you feel the juju-mad head crack?


..........something's gotta split to feel its form
..........something's gotta give, they say
-
its phonic rhythm punctures your brain
....tell me, is it right to assume the catalyst is a furious
......amphitheater done stretched out your clavicles, man?

Or rib-jive with an auto-erotic sense of naked sound?

In continuum with all that indulges itself
like so
--
and so you think you're Escalante, holding
......onto one note for hours--
...............think if tongue is this limber,
imagine what it's like in bed--

it's like you're having your dick licked and she tells you
she could do it for hours
..................... [just like that]
or maybe it's more emasculating
and less of a fantasy play

........where you're back in your bedroom
playing a tube sock at the end of your cock
--
and this stranger sings to you from a broken
record player

Keep jivin'...
keep jivin'...
keep jivin'...

Manray's Incidental Space

...........
..............
two shoes>blue?
your mouth a fifteen curl>unfurls
lash and tear> skimming immortal
landscape hue> rue unknown
from zoom view> I see
blank in eyes>a trance> tryst
with camera obscura>sepia
soft with age--

can only grasp ether in these
skeletons.

Dali Comp}{osites

A Curious Mist

...........
...........
........O it thumps and reverberates
.............past my window like a loose end
............a string to mend the broken pane
.....................of white escape

..........its complexities
.........block out the sun
...........and anything that is cantic

................with the presence
.....................of red

-------------------------------

at the carnival we contemplate
dying our hands the color of Chay root
and cicatrix

........[I do not think
I'll make it home to test their origins]

our candied mouths make their first appearances
........................................as virgins

...who do not taste anything sticky
until told

---------------------------------

in vernal days I see myself as a canary
or mother's sickly valerian shoots

I will ask
how they bend to look like dying pricks

and she will wave and tap her foot like she's performing
....................her first zapateo
.....................shake her string-thin finger
.......as she sends me to my room to glare at the window

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(Melancholia's Tremulous Dreadlocks, 2006)

Eidetics: Idyl for Malfunction Aesthetics

There to be dribbled out is an exclamation [!]
marks show a counterfeit intensity of immediate jazz hands--
switchy things that turn into spastic footloose,
melt Mojave clocks.

**
[Show me how to directly connect/
with the unseen]

***
They had all the components wired in the right places
where trees resembled poplar felt--leaves ticked
but quick was not foreseen

in future shadows
tock was: antimatter:
compressed: biofeedback:
and rustle [compost-rot] with crystal light-deplumed
gems gleamed then dulled from dyadic
synchronization

****
[encysted] in moon's belly the world globes
to be seen as a fleeting moment of leaves'
clockwork Dalis.

[thus bellies-up [exquisite] circuitry.][!]

What of Vein Seeps into Sachet

.....
.......
a blaze of hot, dusty air I plump the artificial waves
feeling pulse as broken artifact of a once beating heart

........now silent form and teetering love-lump:

.............a shell of zero to do
...................................catawba full of lung
............................................an ebonized aorta
in its late withering state

.................................[is maquette with synthesis?]


..........................transfused and ripe-bleeding
........................out elemental
.....................................properties

.....of I:

...................heady air, artificial being.


(Melancholia's Tremulous Dreadlocks, 2006)

Vortexture

Spasmodic

In darkling pond I contract mussel
in palms: one daphnia too caustic
twitch, spiny cauls clutch and paperweight
contents hard of muscle fat, deiform
in their own eclat.

Cocoons will curdle or dogear,
metamorphose into jelly after seismic
wave of mouth slivers transparent flesh only
to jerk loose five furious limbs.
[My God, how beast struggles].


(Melancholia's Tremulous Dreadlocks, 2006)

Jazz the Glass//Hands the Distance

our photophobia:
evidence glows dark
with amber neon bellies-
up to tune furies
so sense-compelling
negro-lust our graves
and scat to-do

here

in New Orleans' cellar dank
we make dying embryo lights
do jazz wail
with impending night

then fear


it blue
swivel-flickers...
so blue

makes us
want to reach out
nurse Dizzy.