Weather suited not to a limitless field of occurrence,
but to confinement, an infinitesimal part
of the alliterative outcome of how and when to say
it widespread, the entire keyboard, palladium texture
minded, as in a piano music listen to while
nodding headlong off into parallel motion
with a change of position during the alphabet years and a cannon
at the lower fifth, hands crossing
and thumbs under in theme and inversion to alternating thirds
with the aim of asking what matter, what
business to the tourist whether the place
is run by despots, whether someone's been executed
elsewhere on the street,
whether the natives are banned from beaches
or deprived of the water used to fill how many swimming pools,
and why the climate is such that we favor conditions where
moral values are established in art
and faithfully follow, like myself,
by sycophants and thatches of acrylic plush
in pink and black fabrics, feathery torso and cunt
in gloss or nipples by leather straps
petrified in the ideal body a death wish.
Or perhaps, what happens when you
inhabit me thinking here of each disordered instance
with everybody talking at once, all such a difficult web, so
many people to attend to and not regarding some arcane reference
but the limited world, all in the head,
as it opens up to convince you I am not formless,
no matter what the potential attempt, no matter
one since season when sound and dream place delight and work
with the vine from furrows be praised the book of hours
whose clock stop conceit over the house of having unto
higher ground.
I was exhausted when I woke up to the involuntary movements
and sensory impulse along the chain of nerve
cells, the collective ashes and suspended planks
of the pleasure ward where in the human shape
surrounding certain words was mint and glycerin, drugs
and explosives.