Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Seven Fly the wicked track

Mastered in baram, eng, end, valence swinging moreover
I am another
and again
Show fist and feather, fastened fascinated swift engorgers
pass the sweet dram, drag, carnal lasting on

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Core

Myriad in angelsus orestes cave canem I argue with several tongues
with worm-wash and argentium, agni lifted on a silken hammock 
Where?

Latch and frame, the skeleton longitudinally inclined.  Slick trimmings
lined, lined again.  Dha Tri Cathair Cuig.  Ontologically

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Jasper

Ideally.

Marked with indifference and aplomb.

Marked with arkadian drifts.

Where the snow lies against dried buttresses of salt.

Marked with indfference and aplomb, ideally.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Goldenrod

In orbits there the skies.  One deep circumference slimming
to tracked silver filigree.  And there the skies shifting again.

One moment ago, I distracted a simpleton with a song of fish and falling mana.

Fremen folds, cloaks and dry trenches washed with wind.  Wicked Crafter,
cut me another fletched bolt, another etched plate.  Blood and silicon.

One moment ago, I caught hold of the cold and gave it to her curled body.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Mild Mistress

Washing back again our last drink of fanned flame.  Fortune was silk.  Something fastened under missive silt.  This writ on wandering spreads.  Understone.  Fasten eight. Long lines stretched, stacked, sliding or stinging or striding on fan deck.  Understone.  Old age marble, ash, pyrite and black glass, the smell of sulphur.  On dream scans of tension, lines fastened.  
Thud-un-thud fall.  During sold seconds.  Paid in portions of kashmir and leather.
Fold-under.  Fasten eight cracked padlock.  

Murmur summing fortune and filling fantastic.  Laurence on smooth sand.  Laurence
on shifting sand.  Laurence leather in his hand his back his shift-smoothed back crested
with welts and shivered with sweat and shimmered heat and where, Laurence?  Murmur
more

Track-ant-ack.  Fastidious.  Under marbled skies an glare glints and glooms.  Fold it.  Fold it 
again.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Borderlines

hedges drawn drim-dram latchings for latchings for arm ram trim trostles
failed follow. Wold and dram.  dragging dim dober... dana  falling fast and
one slip

For nothing there is nothing, for nothing there is nothing.  Thrax, latch drips
down then slant summarily smoothing shortened seemings. argue again this
dripsss

Friday, September 12, 2008

Older Things Than These

Cold and color.  My thoughts murmured over each syllable as I wrote them.  Cold and color, the color of my breath on the cold air - not white, but pale blues and greys and little glints of green.  The cold of arctic air slurring my breath and slowing my tongue.  I wrote cold verses on the brittle breadth of my parchment.  I got tired, after a while, and stared through the growing patterns of ghostlight on the edges of my vision.  The darkness crystallized slowly at my eye-edge.  Slowly creeping, the eddies of blur and black shift inward.  Unme.  Later, I discovered that though blind I lived.  Some slow scratch of pencil on paper caught at the edges of my creaking mind.  My hand.  With seeping terror I moved my left to my right.  I crept my leathered gloves, stiff in frost, up from the still moving pencil grip, above the numbed wrist, higher, and in a blur to the raw flesh and bone, the point of frozen severance where my still writing hand lay disconnected.  In the dark I folded slowly, my shock completing the numb, my numb smoothing my broken skin, my broken skin bunching again to dark crevices of perfect pain into which great swathes of me sank - pieces I could not reclaim.  

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Crass and cormarine: these colors fade and
shift with age.  Folded likely ways and made
to break bask with early rays, plays of sun
undone

Cormorant and creme: my recipe, unloaded
drunk daft formulaically impressed
under sweet slopings
sweet slopings
called again.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Grasp

Along chosen paths rifled winds 
turbulesce echoingly

draftways lunged up among

draped laundry

lingerie disturbed in the press of air knot numbulance 

The crisped edges of an over-pressed pant leg grate
on raw brick