Sabbath Bloody Sabbath
by melody and rooted to the bump
of allegiances and stubborn fancy
Atlas' tears lays waste to his issue
Like his bravely mass punctured by terrors
Japanese maple drops its voided leaves
dark and brittle sutures of memory
swept up in a masquerade of weather
Each time that the small boy loses his way
a hunkering compresses a season
iridescence dimming at the traplines
acquisition of ashen rind in kind
The father seizes the shape of the son
slippery and blunt it falls from his hands
sidled past the designated prix fixe and expected tithe
That coy jackhammer bowing and
equivalence is conceded through exchange
complicity awards entrance and must be maintained
like a habit
Affect is surplus
it is a signal to enforce the code
and ensure fascinated traffic
may excise the order
an ingenious measure, a prolonged excess
Acquiescence devolves duty
and is marked as conspiracy
When the implied collaboration
of a no fault contact
penetrates the system, amends gravity,
eventually collapsed a heaviness
In the distance
a discernible freedom avails itself
an irrefutable existence
according to obligation
A rhythmn Of grunt And clank, carries soaked. For days in churning.
This space Is shared. We drink, When served. We are not alike.
We seek out rays, We plunder. There are arguments. Cross currents
of paper, And answering. Someone Is in control. Laying me down
on fluffy things. And twisted dreams, cotton cotton. A pair of hands
A strip-search gaze questions How to describe How to earn this expression.
The man on the telephone bows and snaps his howling body – - – - – - – - – - -
Shingling. Exhortations are sure to transmute.
Clamped, across. Inlets of, A practice of steady and nurture.
After ringing A hissing A chair revolves, A tendency toward severance.
Repetitions of yearning, Music. Fractures layers of machines imitations
of skin. Where notes surf fissures, Dangling their secrets.
Wrapped and rewrapped with funereal precision, She makes him say
things he Doesn't understand.