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Split/Levels
96 pages, Paperback
Published January 1, 1983
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January 25, 2022
first persona
28 and going on
forever, going where
gone is forgiven
where dawn's rose-
ravaged fingers
go for the throat
and nothing lingers
the old preoccupations
no longer make sense
chaos is finally
a condition of restraint
something the weak
of heart repulse to
merely a recollection
of anguish displaced
* * *
first persona the second
you stand in the doorway
and slur the landscape;
my heart slants
to an invisible angle
and the screen door
bangs hinge-captive,
it's useless,
an appearance,
it's got too many holes
to keep anything in
or out, anyway.
* * *
first persona the third
and gaining. there's not enough
language to go around here
in the middle of nowhere
in the midst of chiasmus
just the wide open spaces
of our longing
* * *
first persona the fourth
and fallible, forthwith
forgotten, not taken as granted
but returning to the slanted sky -
why?
better it's forgot,
no heart here
needs a free pot-shot.
* * *
first persona the fifth
and johnnie walker's got the drift,
got the avalanche
got the scheme
the one/two trust
the one/two dream
* * *
first persona corona
and personable too
this here narrator's
got a crimson blue
got a magnetic bubble
crown for you
don't take it personally
it's not meant that way
it's the you of you turns
inside out they say
* * *
first persona bizillionth
and since we are
living and luscious
on Olson's star
the mayan bitch
seeking a sun
with her fingers craving
and her breath undone
first persona
and personally, yes
there's a chance of discovery
but you never confess
* * *
last persona
but not least
in person, sometimes
even I amaze easily
* * *
the man with the broken neck
this is the century
of the common man
the man with the broken neck
tilts his head back
and the world falls into place
he lives all his life
imprisoned by square lines
a vicious music
creates the tavern walls
and the other breaks
inside him are small eggs
and volcanoes
the man with the broken neck
tilts his head back
and the world is rewritten
he is not a man
forced to do anything
the other collects
past the limit, blood-running
eyes, remember to deliver
* * *
Past Cards
All Saints' Day
Marriage between Marjorie Mary
(from Brockville)
and Douglas Damnation
(from Ireland)
annulled,
cancelled,
declared invalid.
Damnation in the photograph,
heading for Korea, returning or
smiling
Dear saint wedding photograph
somewhere in the memory, but destroyed
in the aftermath. Marriage
overgrown from the back seat
of a Ford in February.
First inarticulate conception
snowbound:
A daughter,
conceived in snow,
received in snow.
* * *
bellocq
it's the short way through
repetition, the vague plagiarist
haunting the darkness light steals
bellocq knew it, him and them
girls he wooed with gunpowder
hard road to travel,
to make
alone
(a view, a camera
nowadays, it's an instantaneous
catch before the millionth
of a second / then it freezes
subject and the object
disappears)
he breathed fire
it extinguished him crippled
reflection sharp
in the tiny perfect windows
hands swallowing the eye
each act casting
its author back
he believed
hid his belief
in an attempt to conceive
images
the images are real
the only action
made him feel
28 and going on
forever, going where
gone is forgiven
where dawn's rose-
ravaged fingers
go for the throat
and nothing lingers
the old preoccupations
no longer make sense
chaos is finally
a condition of restraint
something the weak
of heart repulse to
merely a recollection
of anguish displaced
* * *
first persona the second
you stand in the doorway
and slur the landscape;
my heart slants
to an invisible angle
and the screen door
bangs hinge-captive,
it's useless,
an appearance,
it's got too many holes
to keep anything in
or out, anyway.
* * *
first persona the third
and gaining. there's not enough
language to go around here
in the middle of nowhere
in the midst of chiasmus
just the wide open spaces
of our longing
* * *
first persona the fourth
and fallible, forthwith
forgotten, not taken as granted
but returning to the slanted sky -
why?
better it's forgot,
no heart here
needs a free pot-shot.
* * *
first persona the fifth
and johnnie walker's got the drift,
got the avalanche
got the scheme
the one/two trust
the one/two dream
* * *
first persona corona
and personable too
this here narrator's
got a crimson blue
got a magnetic bubble
crown for you
don't take it personally
it's not meant that way
it's the you of you turns
inside out they say
* * *
first persona bizillionth
and since we are
living and luscious
on Olson's star
the mayan bitch
seeking a sun
with her fingers craving
and her breath undone
first persona
and personally, yes
there's a chance of discovery
but you never confess
* * *
last persona
but not least
in person, sometimes
even I amaze easily
* * *
the man with the broken neck
this is the century
of the common man
the man with the broken neck
tilts his head back
and the world falls into place
he lives all his life
imprisoned by square lines
a vicious music
creates the tavern walls
and the other breaks
inside him are small eggs
and volcanoes
the man with the broken neck
tilts his head back
and the world is rewritten
he is not a man
forced to do anything
the other collects
past the limit, blood-running
eyes, remember to deliver
* * *
Past Cards
All Saints' Day
Marriage between Marjorie Mary
(from Brockville)
and Douglas Damnation
(from Ireland)
annulled,
cancelled,
declared invalid.
Damnation in the photograph,
heading for Korea, returning or
smiling
Dear saint wedding photograph
somewhere in the memory, but destroyed
in the aftermath. Marriage
overgrown from the back seat
of a Ford in February.
First inarticulate conception
snowbound:
A daughter,
conceived in snow,
received in snow.
* * *
bellocq
it's the short way through
repetition, the vague plagiarist
haunting the darkness light steals
bellocq knew it, him and them
girls he wooed with gunpowder
hard road to travel,
to make
alone
(a view, a camera
nowadays, it's an instantaneous
catch before the millionth
of a second / then it freezes
subject and the object
disappears)
he breathed fire
it extinguished him crippled
reflection sharp
in the tiny perfect windows
hands swallowing the eye
each act casting
its author back
he believed
hid his belief
in an attempt to conceive
images
the images are real
the only action
made him feel
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