from A.

lay
me down & the moss must be
my
invertebrate me encased in my vertebrate
face
the failing
on
failing meeting as do triangles
sunlit
snap into place, somehow become
brick
and mortal, light in the trees, light in the crease

The Apogee of Wet-Dream

Wake a number of limb guitars,
With hypnagogue feet, and strum the hip
Palpations of sympathetic words.
Let the haunches propel from the chest
Just where the board is bare, and the joys
Rip tendons from the nightstand tapers.
Let B.B. perforate of seam.
Snooze button percussion is the apogee of wet-dream.

thirty-two

that is divisible by twins and sixteens
the sum of windows the son
of doors the sun of that is divisible
by quatrains and ocelots and
the same sun. the same day. i
was one and my age and my
neck craned. i multiplied in the
glass. someday i will learn to love
myself and number my skins. wake
by number and number.

the root of it

i was knitted, knit, knot now in my womb
i had hit upon, was hit on, hot on trails

i was dallying, delaying, belaying taking breath
i had grasped, i grasp, a gasp by bated neck

powerpoles

at one we saw the sun go icy and hot air gel
at six and a sec or two the sky ran wan in awe
of god the arm of eve lop rib nib to nub the
way our lot lay brr low til ten of eon age

airlessly refiner

thruway aims view to split root sky

surgeon of heaven / sunbirth slit

stream from waxing tension eye

lighter burnin foveal poke-pin

tip of nose leads clearly sweat

bead of germ, a wake shiver

b- or at mostly upper c-lister

airliner

thruway sky

surgeon slit

stream eye

lighter pin

tip sweat

bead shiver

blister

mantram

i must fail

i must fail

i must fail i must

i must stop at least at em

i must sway or fail

battery

& she stored all these
in her bloodbox

a later circulation
& compass

the rocket's stages:
matter, doesn't matter

transmission lines sewn in
lonely landscape

diesel trains without ceasing
toward

to T.

    In my beginning is my end. In succession
...
Leaving one still with the intolerable wrestle
With words and meanings. The poetry does not matter.
It was not (to start again) what one had expected.
What was to be the value of the long looked forward to,
...
The knowledge imposes a pattern, and falsifies,
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. We are only undeceived
...
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholy new start, and a different kind of failure
...
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate,
...
In my end is my beginning.

-- T.S. Eliot, from East Coker

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