A pyrrhic lyre between eyes that peek
what she whispered over the hull of the ship
was that?
a dart plucked your heart your eyes c
children aloft between the middles of her embraces
braces she holds the middle card something like that first lover of day dog and night bodies wrapped around it's versing and prosing says she of being broke as hold you hail comedy up
goes mending
close to the forest
You
write
Orpheus
this is yer death
write
Orpheus
this is yer death
you've become
this character
too much
death's your dying day
this character
too much
death's your dying day
like some long lost movie
soda pop drink in all the Americas of your soul
you are American and white and
bending down near the river boat
Oh come on now it's not that hard
to find
language squeezed between the pins
she says holding my arm
faraway she holds it
touches it
from the distance of
dashing
I say a Princess?
not some squeezed down
boat in your soul
of America
which is what you anywhere
what you were
what you are
trembling
veils
sacks
forests
Canada?
What is Canada?
but the forests' blur
it's America's other brother
in her damp down ways
.
doesn't matter Rimbaud
no one' ll read this
ghost of the cold
snapped back by the pages of cold and intent
the internaut of love
the nautical of image trying
burst the broken pane of window
be a sinner
you are American
.
It's a radio space ship calling you back
calling you back sweetie
darling you know these words
are your lips
eyes speaking across time
some pediment of flesh?
is that it darling dagger of
your feisted off body that
marks off a trail
then radios in
come take me now
you foolish boy
all these waxes yes or no
make the thimble weak
radio stereo car of
that abomindable word
the love clap
the love clasp
you know it
and I know it too
see it doesn't break
the secret that is your name
