Friday, February 4, 2011

The Last Confession Before I Go...

This I shall do by printing in the infernal method by corrosives..

And by photolithography
and guarding your explosives

doves whose breasts
are blue in the sky

Chief Sky Snake
your breasts are the cold hello
but put down below
where Spring is guiding rabbits
to their golden hye

and the mechanic
is whistling among
the rags

trash and dirt
seem sacrament
where the launch pad's

projection's curving signature:
the grid.

if stop
then return

stone tablet hover
its short cropped hair
that knowledge is perverse

odd eye it peers
from the stone


heels thump to the well
its deep black weaponry

its black spring head
like a city
if stop
then return

phrases of perception
cut and snip

loom vortice
scimitar shuttle

orrery in orrery
river of glass


garage happening