LXXIX

When the revolution begins hickory fires’ll paint skin

soil creation below the well

I’ve sinned writing the Koran across your body

with carbon

a taint to flesh

the way your thigh curves

the meander of my mouth

kissing the name of G-d

and somehow I still know the picture

that afternoon holding fast to an old table

the meddle of three chairs

In between a sort of here or now colliding with simple

be-gone-kind-of-stranger defining warrants

far south in details

and gravitas

to hold a hand out of context with the arm

around seldom sought invitations

you as Pericles now—

legislate between thing and revision

into expert perplexity—

no form: a man to mean who wears

the woman of an age—your slip

tied to the mast and the ship

captives form exodus toward generalities

creeping numbers – the bravest metaphysics

Shabat fails the question of soil

June,

no maybe something closer to the beginning

as if spring or a proto-generic thought

that seasons concerned themselves with being

a passage in calendars – the way we held onto beds

seasons remembered to absolve the months

when recalling

the day before

a week in waiting

the latest resolve

sampled and simian

prehistory makes sense

regarding human relationship – a principle defect

in regarding humans and relationships

specifically—

you were born in a drop: the failure of words

spilled across—perpendiculars

the | horizontal | inversion

where the sun steepled the sky

giving voices dies irae as omega vowel

forge day to sequence congenially

the like-minded dialogue

vocoded universals

the listening agrees w/direction

to speak a body

a secret chamber of minor ties

like a governorship of oligarchs

between each other’s secret agenda

when we lay sun drenched lizard style:

[unearthed behemoths in a pool of (an)other]

given tools (you: a mask of Pythagoras)

the many me’s a theorem of safe harbor

toward a discrete remainder

reclining now into vortex

the best way between our points

several angels

plumbed you favorably

the way the world moves to a calypso rhythm

is set down sonnets— already first pagination

again the modifiers to action

disengaging our two bodies from collection.