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Dull day... but I completed a poem begun in NY.
Desk Duties
Upper East Side Armory -- the panelling: suffocating. And there, the most outdoor of trees yet to be dessicated, decimation at the end of the longest queue, you -- your smile was like the missing persons' posters or the photographs in the news
A certain grain-fed sweetness
Persists, succulence steeping in
Greenish isolation, a
Muscular self-containment.
We shatter in song
Wheaten hair grown thick and almost golden-ripe
His form near set like lava spent
A sapling stance, first blossomed hence
His morn's embrace: horizon's light.
Oh those
Two eyes embodied,
Embodying those
Bodiless, ghosted ciphers
Struggling, battling
Through mire and leaves and shell --
Historical/Hypothetical
Cremated -- intermingled with the ashes of the flag
From the same banner's dust and bearers tears
Is thrown the vessels for our libations
Burnt dry, the miseried dew, scorched by manufacture
-- what lush bliss to have your hand rustle in our hair
The gun is only one way into people's hearts
-- let it melt into us by your side
"I've seen your face before..?"
-- yes --
On we the gushing, fractured multitudes thronging;
Mourning we, the indedible, a complexity forever stagnant
Resigned to these endless beginnings, infinite terminations;
The eunuch Cassandras
Mute -- watching from our deathbeds
Liberty with her knife and net.
Desk Duties
Upper East Side Armory -- the panelling: suffocating. And there, the most outdoor of trees yet to be dessicated, decimation at the end of the longest queue, you -- your smile was like the missing persons' posters or the photographs in the news
A certain grain-fed sweetness
Persists, succulence steeping in
Greenish isolation, a
Muscular self-containment.
We shatter in song
Wheaten hair grown thick and almost golden-ripe
His form near set like lava spent
A sapling stance, first blossomed hence
His morn's embrace: horizon's light.
Oh those
Two eyes embodied,
Embodying those
Bodiless, ghosted ciphers
Struggling, battling
Through mire and leaves and shell --
Historical/Hypothetical
Cremated -- intermingled with the ashes of the flag
From the same banner's dust and bearers tears
Is thrown the vessels for our libations
Burnt dry, the miseried dew, scorched by manufacture
-- what lush bliss to have your hand rustle in our hair
The gun is only one way into people's hearts
-- let it melt into us by your side
"I've seen your face before..?"
-- yes --
On we the gushing, fractured multitudes thronging;
Mourning we, the indedible, a complexity forever stagnant
Resigned to these endless beginnings, infinite terminations;
The eunuch Cassandras
Mute -- watching from our deathbeds
Liberty with her knife and net.