In this pome
of isolated—
Part mountain goat
Part 40 watt apparitional state
as in LOST case
of cause célèbre
Deleted miscellany
Resume their function
In reruns of
In reruns of
A dungeon light
we have known
& loved
absent-mindedly
Our Miracle Whip dead’re
exiled to Bubble Yum
If I believe in
Sang froid, the body artist
I vomit his apostrophes
as/king tub out
of Iowa: who ate asparagus?
the Kansas of English?
or oblong Minerva is shooting
an omelet
The other his pulse
has Lennie to thank
His gear
Shifts post-war
Echoing
Rothko
To vent the I’m sorry
His tale is a pause
Of tall pails
Pausing like Jack
& like Jill
I’m damned if the echo
I cry in my brain stem—
Armless & wandering
You’re real after all!
I wouldn’t be here
If the bomb said my name, he told me
The glory hole stays holed, I replied
The blood puddings…
The schlock…
The cheap iron cutlery that once were his eyes…
The constant
Movement within
An aside
The author of meaning
His logos an ohm
Has closed like a circuit
of small empty chairs
Or is he like Steve? An empire? A stew?
not really, singing:
Or jolly
the original Lays’
baked chip, mumbling:
derniere derniere mise en scene
derniere derniere mise en scene
Until props fail
& works give
birth
are doughing up
roaring like twenties
What is is
Is pieced from
Perceived lives
A past
& giving up
thousands
the city has charms
Raymond Farr is author of Ecstatic/.of facts (Otoliths 2011), There Is Something Missing in the Whole Transaction between Us (Blue & Yellow Dog Press 2011), & Writing What For? across the Mourning Sky (Argotist Ebooks 2011). He is editor of Blue & Yellow Dog. For more info visit his blog.