Ego supremum Oresteia matropattercides in one swift slow/falsetto Kassandra greek battery soothsays doom faintly cigarette, same consistency as a bullet — maritime to a grape god and a shine pel à revengeful revenging revengeful reiterating and rusty and plugged a poor father with the bad side of the sword, sleecing white — affirmatively choral! [we what get for prophets being, two sackcloth witnesses] moral voice antilistens, sucking young. Opine justine Athena hence ghost trial millennial Fair Trial (all clones all tragic stop), shrieking ancient Low (the creator of this world is demented) — Sow haruspex and oracled the seventh grade — a butcher or harbor /his meat cleaver / into commandeering hydraulics and chair — an executioner’s modern guillotine, standing face upwards. This is an invitation like a wedding card or Christmas greetings. Into the cushions you go! and her parents divorce tried to kill her too — not even battle custody just brought up and leaving like an arctic tern a yellow-tail swallowed mirroring Marilyn Monroe [stip –sip — strip] clocks. If ever drunk not maliciously (for my love) but Patriarch drunkenly so and smells perfumes as fresh as children’s flesh, sweet like oboes and green like meadows and celebrates such a carnival before the giving of Lent, giving up a Life entirely (suppering affairs or handholding, and ironic in a sense in continues into a bloodline linear, her kissing whatever boys — time out of mind — Time pieces gumming in and out — and boyfriend so mean, you know — but quite different in the device and surround; absent children, for example, casual — it must be always in the most casual sense although that is still I jealous and contraposisted — I say to her, I think of you less. But I think I lied to her when I said that. Not a complete lattice. Be good, I say, be true to your Dick and ignore the insects — insects are born from the sun, they are kisses from the sun, and Icarus you — be good. [[Hospitales with so many of these tubes, the blood being so thick that none flows so easily — lack of iron, lack of force and guts one says. None so cut as a hearty soup and a child is only a child. Urban ploring like Bridges and Orbits] Smashing some chair a grandfather made and I don’t know how paranoid — I get the feeling sometimes — or why eating my Halloween candy? Not eating your Halloween candy. You could have just asked you know. I DIDN’T EAT ANY/ Oh-arrest-these, gattling eggshell busby: soul gouged eyes and wailing white flame, zeppelin weightless fire, floating up ash. That is alone the sweeping and tipsy of airframes — the sliding of daughters down gravity, a rail of gravity and weightlessness. Blood familial — homony corrugate blood as perforated magazines subscribe — embity Christinaless, alicial, grave gravesite — psalm. Wogging tails angry and growling friendly-like. Vibrations are blue poles the clean hands — deep colour, rotation orange, pure lines (antigeometry lines) [formed valic helium a whole boxworth — photograph slutty santa lingerie, black — mascara and a eyelash curler, the sexy scowl, a cigarette: our fist fights (rumbles in the Jungle) / always nearly killing Us both. That — Alive. Such blood] Down the ice palace like a melting princess, a melting monarch. In her room, stealing chair and babel, power towers of babel, group Knuth arrows, and — Christina we could move in together! — […] Christina, if we get married we can […] I love you, let’s run away to New Orleans and — […] Christinaweary solder and she roll eyes egotistical I’s but sympathetic — more sorry for or maybe through psychosis but Loves anyways — For that, I am grateful. Ben you know I’m not good to be with (there are a million reasons, like how untrustworthy I am and …). Those blue poles when you drunk Jackson driving (sometimes — most of the time — driving even paramedic and behind in the back of the ambulance strapped into the gurney (or whatever they call it these days — straight lace back stable cot is what I call it, with immobiling straps, a portable straightjacket if there ever was one) and for half an hour driving to any destination and it’s cold so I’m glad they put a blanket over me, and all I see is the passing over of highway behinds me through tiny rectangle windows and l crank my neck around and look around — instant sugars, adrenaline, sodium somethings, oxygen masks, a coffee pot (for those late late nights); looks like the inside of a coffin I thought to myself, they transport the sick and dying inside moving coffins dull light of coffins and nobody says anything at all, just doing their jobs, and I don’t say anything because what is there to say in such a time like this? and I arrive and then I […] — / that’s how I imagine it was sometimes even seatbelt less and I wish I understood more and all I can do is write sometimes to help me Into what Is, not to say this happened or that happened but rather to say I’d like to understand I want to know — and moving and even risking death to be with those you love… driving, some stars — the ammonite and swirl um atmosphere like an artist, the bluest enamel like blocks of resurrection and dripping the drunk water faucet and I saw your eyes ambition — alcoholic — as one, galaxy. galaxy; dripping from a stick, slacked around, dip and poured. Psalming Psalms the spawl sparl of suicide, dropped like a pistol or matador / delusion of the Fury percussion endless autumn, a foreign language these songs no more, a famous on harp and lyre, leaving the birds you killed at your father’s feet. Bilderburging to a grocery store (unique Chris, that you an upmost guardian to grain and sacrificial animal) / hunting for an extended weekend (birds birds birds what kind? I ask, surely not Bird’s kind. I heard Bird who says by using the high, played what was heard inside — that’s when Bird was born. Not that Bird, although many hunted him, including the same hunters as Her father) / car ride Sundays despite risk injuries and thrown mottle in the back of the head requires stitches but worth it sometimes, you know? That’s what it means to be a family — forgiving and forgetting to forget. So if one Thanksgiving one wakes up and is invited to participation of Dad and daughter, all worthy and in the next morning coffee is good, the best coffee has ever been or ever will be — futures sum, sparkle sometimes / Christina the Mocking Memory — consciousness and memory are mutually exclusive — I live your memory through me — and I become memory and unconsciousness. A complement. Hare
the alto saxophone as a snake in fourth grade
(grading scalar and points) “back me up Diz!” on the trumpet and jammed
the tunes in the music rooms
despite being agnostic on bebop
so play it cool, jazz cat
and sleep underneath the music sheets.
except: I exited on blue track, art —
I exited the band.
Some boredom slug, white lye;
Sergeant pepper nudge and rye
Sledgehammer to the small of the back
curb stomp the teeth and brains:
functioning too loudly of upper skull cavity octaves /
Christina and Lucy in the Sky
with diamonds
(in the dark, the black magic) delirious and hallucinogens:
aren’t those stars something? and
radio playing and locked the automatic car doors
in dismal tequila races
polluted lime flavor atmosphere and
depraved
box mimed statuary wasteland
this puzzled hard swallow
down-not-so-easy without the medication
and something like
an asthma and panic attack
of the first kind
off the highway hill off town —
The Queen is Dead.
Thanatos, Christina — aggressive / destruction
a bit of orange and a haircut,
gel, the spiky crown upon)
splintering past the stucco:
a holy grail a dripping lance a fisher king and no question
I ignoramus if I could be feast and know not the question
an anachronistic
to prevent the taunting
or
the tongue-down-the-throat
homemade amateur videos and/or movies
The Queen is
DEAD in Antarctica landscape
Snow falls asymmetrically on me, still exhaling frost walking ice and frozen rivers (the Charles?) and I remember the Jewish girl Jesus stole from death and when Cephas resurrected Dorcas — I need you though I do not know you, and I love as strong as the death. [exhale] It is pretty in a way today is and a car crash — no wait — a bumbling HEAD SHAKE bumble bee — a queen, the Queen tremors like Parkinson’s but not a disease, just disorderly bee and eggs some egg (a disorder) and a drone to fertilize it. you queen your childhood your lifetime I live your lifetime I was your lifetime and I have not forgotten and I never forget I forget like Death does and you spill unto me your ruby your sun and white light and I am blind and I do not know what time it is only watches as a time and time is a Watch a Watchman hanging on bells and ropes and I wonder what they are tuned to probably tuned to the C the note that starts Christina and maybe ends with A which ends you. You are the Gamma and Alpha I am the Beta and Nu and I make all things new in a rosette and keptomaniac like candy barred from entire departments, casinos or jail time as kissing my baby on top of her head (on this spot where the hair is like this or this or a black a red a blonde or lavender) and a lip piercing expensive ring gagging is a window mistress a window mistress just window shopping — sultry vocal unique the stockings and nylon and pretty feet toenail sparklers in a pottery glaze. Oh Christina you alcohol you laughing gas peyote and LSD encompassed the drinking I want to kiss you and kiss you — those beautiful drunken lips and hips! — and taste a little and swallow a little to sleep the entire summer over with that bottle of a body on this couch sleeping and not wake up early in the morning.
Vision and Mysticism 