\Democritean

word of work shade
ache me, the venom
is canticle

think a single thing
--Persia can wait--
the eyes nest

rotate plenum doe
puddle rock-skip steeps
hawky pines

At length, talk
at length, you bright skull
on a collar

To an older woman named Beth (‘Helleva time to ask’)

I wish we could talk in person. Curse virus!
Quicquid aetatis retro est, mors tenet.
Ovid. Chaucer. ARK. “I read to steal.” Picasso,
quid verum est, est meum. “F” -- is --
for “Fake”.

Mutant Lux. Sincerity. The Biltmore House
is closing, Praise Jesus; Praise Allah. The Merciful.
Konnynge

comes hard. “I choose the danger.” Be fruitful:
multiply. Pupils on the quick, Sud for Mary
on the bow. (Young men shouting out my window in the
night.
Happy hollers. Drunk. -- What they call a revel.)
Seedy grit. We know
by morning

there’ll be asphodels for seaweed.

Gusts.
Gasps.

Birds, peeling their eyes. Non
hi sine mente sunt

When that ship comes in.  

Narkiss-
os at

crocus
crux

pupil, blindly
up to stars

I see only
the moon

Full -- no clouds
Just

the trees
impinge

Color my sight
the variety

shadows provide

Life stinks
     “It was a point of honour
to refuse nothing
               to a bard; one king is
said to have

given his eye
when it was demanded
of him.” 
              So:
       the man’s bowels
                        fell

out of him
onto the chariot
seat.
            Even his horse--
                     his horse
            even

left him.

Extracts from a Wooden Box containing Photos, Ambrotypes, Quotations, Poems

Out of Yliaster
danced Chaplin.

“I was terribly nervous
... cold eyed stage hands… 
Keystone people… 

I had to study the business.

...an audience
means nothing
to me”

*

Out of river
Out of air

John Cage built
this stone path

Harry Partch
the deck

*

E. Sewell:

       “We will start
        w/ words.”

                     gathered about one image.

*

               ISADORA
          (‘equal to a gift’)

              --un turbo nacque :

    ἀντί - κρήδεμνον 

*

Heap odyssey, Be crypt.
Each thing, ardent root
beast-kind.  Blue
under the leaves 7
petals blare.

*

< a Buss en passant:

300 & 50 lb woman
in a pink shirt grey tights
face down
in the curb by the place
I live in, off the wheel-
                      chair

-- 3 people trying to raise
a motionless thing

*

“A  YOUNG  RABBIT’S  BRAINS

RUBBED  ON BABY’S  GUMS

WILL  EASE  THEM  IN  TEETHING”

*

course Cos inveined Helicon

(“Mt. Vortex”)   cos

[in non-greek] means

                            “a whetstone” :

The Muses

sharpening

the blade . . .