Canto XVIIIan quod amantes non longe a caro corpore abesse uolunt? [sister stillborn brother stillborn] even you, O Queen, inseparable, lost, given to unity, given RED but lost in BLUE, lost, lost, lost was ist los mit meinem
Korper? adulation broken upon ululation as tongues sprung tiny twists “But whoso hath this world’s good and seeth his brother have need and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him how dwelleth the love of God in him?” Lamantia, the preromantic the buzz saw of liberal pluralism the Rorschach of secular reason the claret of deliberative democracy was Titian felled by leopards? why the calf’s head, the snakes? what chariot without Bacchus? TurnerFire (Rothko) TurnerFire —something profound in minus an ear minus a clove “Ask not what your country can do for you ask what you can do” minus an ear minus a clove Lamantia, the preromantic with pelicans roaming over his profile versifying over his profile like angels on crack “the bastards” fall why won’t Kurt step on the baseline? hatha curse bag of cloth and herb and oak would you paint your nails red your brown legs hands arms sheathed would you tease your hair plant your fake lashes ruddy cheeks red lipstick princess of the islands ruler sing thrush sing lei lani grass shack macaroni salad Wakiki kim chi summer ala moana if in five years submerged if the volcano blows if typhoon covers would you paint the rocks or pull the slick moss and seaweed from beneath the west shore pumice coral welks snails currite
ducentes subtegmina, currite, fusi swimming through tide pools grass skirt salt sea green drift foam bubbling as your laughter sprinkled with sand towel off then paint my
face
stranded in
stuck like Max & Ferdie in francophone chop chop dialed into Dantone chop chop dialed into Hebert chop chop dialed into Louis even you, O Queen, inseparable, lost, given to unity, given RED but lost in BLUE, lost, lost, lost “Honest to God, I don’t have a problem with the Guard as soldiers—I just don’t like their helmets” von Ribbentrop in ribbons Kafka in caftan Kahn in curtains Polonius behind the curtains O Queen— Goebbels with his sword— Kamerad Stalin napping abed —and hand forged pendant in solid silver order before (jury duty is your civic
responsibility . . .) “It never is for anything, the sacrifice” trout diva trout diva trout diva shade piano shade piano shade piano the poor will always be with us so why not invite them to dinner? what are we gouging each other for? when we could just as easily (spare change—busking is best) give each other a break—cut them some slack snakebit ‘Your Cheatin’ Heart’ “Every man a king” a Crow in your own hut “When you want to know more” Rosetta tip jar on the console songs piano kara—OK in
nextdoor neighbor swell guy —OK isn’t it grand? they never understand chuck Benefiber PLUS calcium no water required! hunger pains — OK shy war why are shy war why are shy war the secret knowledge of secrecy how we are all a secret to each other sweat palm oasis dry undine kelpies tighe tengu piskies merrows lob kolbalds guriuz sync sent gossamer biplane Ease-of-Use Commendation contact a poison
control
center copper in the penny costs more than a cent fuel in orbit fuel on terroir fuel with landscape of Aix en
without army only Blackjack Morgan horse made for calvary but one survives Greasy Grass with seven arrows bristling Grace Kelly in High Society then higher her son a rascal yet kingly comity not sour as El Cid but forthcoming like—something profound in
minus an ear minus a clove as ye do hang, hang bane to
choke let me eat dainties—O Queen of —then fill me with BLUE
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