Arbitrage

Nightly a shimmer of slylight skips inward
in word fact and folly form into trackland
on the order of Tue's proper domains. Ink

mailed on a lisp of sheet a shift of cryp
tych. Each panel is a riddle, each panel
falls in flakes before awl and canon. Ano
ther there.

Each panel is a riddle mailed for Proper
dominance, ominous ackland trolly Tue Can
there be no other in Ink each panel slyly
slips.

on spider nights

ON spider nights in the sclimb limb lash there
site sits underamor slimming fixing filled and warn with
crass unmade the thunder blade slips back slips tracks
gurneyed folding and fetching with astringent folds
wishfully and watching and cracked with sniplength follows
and fetches
flicked and formed with ardent form anananzi anasazi
man or stone

Gone by then

In the mirror at Halsted and Diversey there slumps a striped shade lamp, and
though i cannot work out which quadrant of the canvassed street it
lies in, I creep closer each morning.

On Tuesday mornings, the coroners advise me of the futility of my search. Of the
striped shade mirror-lamp they say there is simply no evidence of life.
I remark on the
craven nature of their afterlifeless commentary, and they stumble
into the mirror's cracks
on Halsted and Diversey

Perhaps the sidewalk is hiding my lamp shade striped mirror in the strips of
caulk filling the cracks and preventing winter freeze and thaw from
shattering the concrete by my mirror

but, on Wednesday afternoons I find crippled ex-linemen lined with age and
linen shirted sons and daughters wheeling and walking to the steak house and
remembering

But they cannot properly manage it. In the slipstream of traffic another
motorcycle skids to a stop and, in the Mirror on Halsted and Diversey I notice
the shade lamp stripe has submerged itself in some darkened cranny and finally
has vanished

I am confident, that on Thursday evening another walker will be baffled in some similar way. But I will be gone by then.

Borrowing

I have borrowed the three feathers from her wing
Where she borrowed Nipponese Lacquer to

I have borrowed the last words I shall ever speak
and stealthily laid them in my coffin linings

I am unsatisfied in disenfranchisment, uninterested in knowless and the
ebon fingers of her filmed feathers are not just quite

I have borrowed the final fix, and the red lines, and the

I wish I have

am borrowed in finale

I wish

In the circle sands there will be two brothers
They will lie at my feet and stir the sand soup
and ask me for my perfect feathers of ebon and obsidian
to smooth striking fossils into the sand

In the circle stands I will sand and slip
borrowed bread from their
borrowed fingers
and will not give

am borrowed wish for the simmering
infin

In the circle stand's sands there will be sand and slip
and they will lie at my feet and stir the sand soup with fossils
of my feathered fingers
and in ebon and obsidian mark dontnations of far Nippon and
I will have forgotten her by then

DEL_TEST

In deep sea streets, walkers bubble-whisper
tracking the last expanding edges
and wobbling on their drunken orbits
in the wake of a sinkstone
in the wake of a turbulence of sea lions and
south shore lines
until the treaders, softly
stirring the lake-edge wither
to the merest tracings and another walker
treads to the bottom
touches stone
and

Arbitrary Paths

Enduring this slow.
Cantering with carnival rhythm.
Carnal enders avail themselves of snow.
With rhythm.
With smack-lipped thrust.
With snow.

Sharon sat on the edge of winter and
waited for the edge of slipped
tongue tassles to finally introduce
her to an arbitrary cold, under new
light, in the hands of a simulated stand
of slow.