concerning deep chess: streams on red kings: what am i doing? o god

concerning deep chess a wound inflected as woken all past property star and if I stare down pardoningly deep at possible maneuvers made marrow slow I’d ponder de nothing till nothing till severely tunicmade me I am a meadow yearning I am a nomadic yurting swollen piles of past principles asking what questions present mirrorflesh sage snaggletoothed hairlipped wise of sex stricken of lexical comparison brown brow And if I stop a moment as nice and pretty as you suppose and pose I’ll propose folded and resting at disuse on round café table Ferlinghetti as one might guess his wild dreams his beg inni ngs and I’d heave out the new as beginnings are never anything but new white saucer plate crumbles of plain bagel and plastic cup of cream cheese serrated knife balances the dissected circle the milk film rings around a pint o coffee cup puddle of espresso and steamed milk settled lingering in the bottom of the glass like the political cuss hope or freedom meaning moneypins and blue ties dangling there are mens in rows alone along walls at these tables of wood pondering on the move clock of the woodmove black ivory diagonal or pawn concerning deep chess and two stacked with papers and books slenderthin papaerbacks chap in cap and green yellow spiral seashell pattern oversize lightcoat wandering the woodfloor the woodfloor that aches that aches crooked knots out straight with his steps to tickling my tickling toes the underneath between them are vibrations states returning then thought to repulsion in negative particles and charges and if my electrons won’t press against your electrons chap then vibration is the name of this deep touch game

All This Wild Theorizing (she's a thief): [after the Metaphysics, run!]

since everything which comes into being comes from something and becomes something)-- then mash tun
ash of
th fallen
sun ash smeared
upon the sunken
white
temple
ash and milk
milk anew
fermented
and
golden
with the old
of mineral
morning ash
of Arizona

but you gotta listen to fun
because
fun is quiet

a song

which one do you think it is?
a song which is that was?
the name that was but will be?

--as in a revelation
to a quiz show begun
to become
and burned left dry coming from the North
with
want of brother
guitar

that man has
--what a life
just drink
and
play guitar
and I'l sing a cinder to a
center of ash and
something


and this is where I lose the loss of you
voices
tin and steel
tongue
which fork through broken
yoke (she says the yellow part)

broke
like all little dogs
and country hearts my yoke aches
of
old songs
and for you and for every curly-lockes I see
yes that's for you

there's a tender I'd burn to ash for
nor
turn a baby bend
nor allay alley--
conflagration of one or a thousand
I'd take it all--of them--

won't that it were free it heard nothin

nothin in that a solid sanctity
in that I'd not
f e e l
nothin nothin bout it
for it
nothin of it just a free ol think like a
means
or a
motive
those are free they just hand them out at the airport when you arrive
but I
require
a
rare
t
h
i
n
g

something which only you hold
but I cannot ask
my word is not your key
but
open is open and that's the thing I'll think I be

it's just goddammit I miss you
and my gut misses you
my paws
and my knees
--misses needs
riskin into
new voids
olduns
get
oldun guns
o
golden ones
(she's a thief in a good way yes?)

Ides of March

The death of Caesar is not about betrayal, but about what is intolerable. One does not cross a river without consequence.

Catalina Ferry On the Looking Glass (A Sestina)

She and the Red King waited for the boat,
When it arrived, the boat was eager
To depart; a hurried announcement filled the marina with echoes,
Standing too tall and too quickly, Alice
Cannot be sure which is dreaming
And which was now, such was life;


So she promised the Green Sea her short life
As she stepped up onto the boat
And it occurred to her it is the Red King dreaming—
That she must not be eager
To wake him from his dream of Alice
Lest she vanish in waves, houses, or echoes;


It is suddenly quite obvious to lose oneself in echoes,
To take one’s turn at forgetting life;
See the ocean that once was Alice!
See her white waves splashing at the boat!
See the Red King leaning off the stern, eager
To discover what she is dreaming


When she isn’t really dreaming
At all, only mentioning echoes
To dolphins; Here is land! Raise your eager
Gin & Tonic to the ring of a pledged life!
Disembark, leave this boat
In your walking wake, but there will be others, Alice;


Mirrors and kittens for you, Alice,
Who will not long stand for simple dreaming,
They require more than merry oars and a boat—
For sustenance at the very least—because they are, after all, echoes
Of a mother’s young stopped life;
No one is eager


To die in this way; no one is eager
To remind Alice,
And the Red King convincingly promises life
So long as he remains dreaming,
But it was Alice who awakes with echoes
Of sound sleep in her ear, a vague recollection of the boat.


A boat is always eager
For departure, seeks out echoes from what has not yet been; Alice,
Certain she is no longer dreaming, ( ) claims her ( ) life

It Might Be Difficult to See the Map

some mornin aisle put a period at the endya and if that were a bend


O Merlin O John the Baptist O Enkido
be a tame miser o wild woods be calm
be still and know Always—



—it was a woman that Eden ended you. Cradled yur Tarsier cock in her left hand and emptied you onta her belly. That was that is that were the iron rustin on island tables. And you had lace on yur pink pillows and the sticky perfume o lavender soap on yur thighs and prickling in the heat of armpit and crotch hairs. The deep satisfied breath of a fat gray donkey.




carrots apples dried grass tin tomato cans goat hands
black brush tail
chomps with
wide tongue saliva of a glottal clop click clop click
carryin packs o dymamite into giants’ rocky ring n

Only dragons know the language of gold
Only bridges may draw
Only heaven breaks trust
Only love is permitted to level

damn devil o Black Forest
n figs dates tobacco pomegranates
grapes maples blackberries yellow moss
red lips witch cunts Kappas salimanders
mountain cats honeysuckle groves ice on
the toes o Europa cold curve o Saturn
n Neptune’s blues r the sea strings o pianos
n guitars

Whiskey n walnuts
n black breads
n meads
n halls
n hallways
n mirrors n sun kings n mazes
n little sticky berried leaves
n white beans n plums
n sugars n
syrups n pineapples
n plantations n queens in congress
n more pineapples n
plates n presses n papers
n a man with a camera obscura in old deserts


Studies of John the Baptist’s corpse reveal his head was gnawed off s l o w l y by rodents n he’d’ve had to consent to it.

n caps n sunglasses
elephant guns n jeeps
n fake ferns n dogs
campfires n bandanas n mosquitos n fevers o dengue




n


A------AAA------A [Jonny Weismueler’s apey palindrome.]