Bone Suite

April-fake abridged Corfu
To the talc—to      
The      to the abandoned thesis:
Theseus, iodine, in Indiana at

Iridium oxide glitters oxalis      like suicide, green
Dies and dies and dies no      not like
Like suicide, the gyre where
Where story—

Spheric as a pearl and
Every        pearl a
Stage         roils back
To the back of time:

Quince, nicotine cured
Fish      and up a flume.

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Bones lit blue          laterally
Timed to       and timed
At pace set by       and by
Silver trees, striated

Trunks in which     
Which the cheesecake depends on,
On which the fire         depends for its
Sweet crackle, while carbides

Vein organs’        original limn
At the edge of internal
Ecstasy.  Jet dresses this

Dry frame: image of
After and         after that bright gray.

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The campers like         the math
Of trout       in a pan, and their pain
Meant absolutely and went
Totally unnoticed.

I     and I
Am       trying to think

About truth more than reality     what
The fuck does that       does
That even mean         and sky so blue we can’t      

See the carbides, the ribs
The borer in
Earth’s axis      which we, which
Askesis barely.

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All the blue in the          world, theatre of
Trope and         torrid poles
Like nickel-plate like his
Hairline, lapis

Fracture at the far core
The powerful solvent—

His I          his
Hyaline lick
Curls its miasma, grass the
Goat crops        the green

Shore of red
Rock from which
From which
Imagination.

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Parsley oil glisters their rivets      garlic
Curves through        cuts tango, cutting
Appraisal into so        and so many groans:
Unequivocal pleasure, palsy in a silk shirt.

They borrow words        for the
Words which don’t exist for this
Pleasure in a silk shirt by Versace.

Sometimes yarrow, some
Times a greener yarrow—

Grey Suite

Sosie for        the, and the

Radiates from       not its, a spine-

Blue light like a vein of grey water.

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As bare as roots as

Barely there and makes a

Acetylene-pure impression—

Like a sketch by Cezanne,

The etching of sunlit seconds:

The arrest which, which

Keeps the light in migration

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Proscenium for every mote,

Motility and its portents

Hold colloquy with sere green:

Knife-sharp pleats

Tilting plexus, twilling

Cathexis, its adjacencies—

Over which we drape the hecatomb

Out of discipline more than faith:

A fen of grey-blue fathoms      serrated glitters.

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Not memory, not           recollection: an

Experience, migration from

One time to            and to anther’s

Shadow striates anthracite—

Light like lesions like            lessons in

Radiant obfuscation

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Reclusive, its spidery

Prolepsis like a          like a

Peptide lit by sun

Threads visage, itself one           more runnel

One more         door through

To fabrication, a Phoenician

Exegesis lit by the timbre of

Stones dropped in succession,

Blue plummets

Cast his mind, biased

Towards           and towards

Kindling       knows the difference

Between this           and between

This gray a hot blue slides like a

Coracle along the

Billows of—circumference,

Another kind of fire: its

Reflection in a salt dissolve.

Suite, An Escarpment

On the shoulder of

Sheer        cuts clarity

Out of and out of the picture

Plane gneiss laps           like horses

Like Hector       says the sea looks like

Horse hooves as they cut a

Meadow, whose marjoram outdoes

Flashes made by salt embossed metal.

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Dried, cured           tuna

Roe       rorqual

Tang          in Chicago

In a fresh charge,

River dyed green as

Grass chemicals grow, incunabula of

Current, inverse of umbilical

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“Green tigering the gold”—

Click of water against carbide patina, cantilever makes

Passage to lake and its lacustrine mirror,

Mire where pike used to flourish, which we

Can never quite        and quietly see—an angle all rose, like

Telos in a garden.          

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Carceral         green

Recuses these incursions—

Irony at the ore          grey shaft of grisaille, regnant

Certainty        circumference         circumlocution

A matter of state’s

Refusal to         

To see humans.

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Iridium, moraine made by ebbed sea and

Eventually only wind:

Tougher than the tightest leather

Girts this skiff on its             way to memories of an actual catch.

Oscillating Purl Suite

Corn           grows a field, snuffed up by         
Sky, like a pig        rains itself to
Towards complete
Limpidity—rim through which

Through which grey light stages blue
Sharps—like stalactites: abrasives,
Like salt      little brights, littles         at the, at
The littoral, literal

Torque by which          transit, etymology of
Memory, ground about and around and      in the, intra
Interior where this        light turns
Turning bluer, greys in its         ken like
Kentucky: grass      at a river at

Work       barging coal—its location a
Displacement of origin, mountain
Blasted, ripped.  I would like
To fill the disembowelment with red

Wine or would that celebrate
The loss, lodged in and
Constitutes       cortex’s crenellations—

Lost, refounded as         correctional
Facility        fractious coracle rorqual contours.

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Blood jets back to its
Marrow, salty iron tang—

Like the swoop of a tarsus
Cracks through rodent’s spine

Aligns its own, along       its and its
Consumption.  The bird

Velvets its cullet.  Metabolic
Chords do their work.

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Blood cannot        inter itself in life so
Tiny as microbes         so the motion
Flips, flares a chiasmus.  The bird, the

Beautiful raptor—radiates health:
Microbe-studded blood glow

Sews I and        the I in us a visage.

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The tiniest

Space within any blood
Cannot get located:

Sluice, a tightness of loose;
No cubit micromillimeter can   

Stand out as        singular.

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Interior: centrifuge; purling: circumference
Played as if a musical
Instrument and
Itinerant

Fetid Suite

Whorl of, within—pain of

Hand, gland, freedom and

The anxiety of wrack

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A ragged wrack at the butt-end

Painfully un-random:

It could not

Be someone else.

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Sadness, not

Pain—grain after grain

Not pain’s transparent planes

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Fescues, “fecapital ponk”

Above which sea

Birds hover and roost—produce the very smell,

A beautiful hell       but only at

Rhymes to distance.

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The sea smells foul; its blues

Freak our nostrils—till fetid

Salt drips out my ears.

Scour Suite

Light and         more light—its moon
Abrades this duff; it puffs,
A walk awash in solvents
Patinate muscle.

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What does the scouring when moon’s
Light has retired for       the night, the nod
Towards day and its grains.

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Warm loam emits toxins—
Sturdy as crystal.

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Edema cracks cyst;
Caesuras rent the ends,
Endlessly medial.

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One which,       which marks—anything than         , than any grey sheds green