Chimera Song Mosaic
Monday, May 19, 2003
It is the coolest pen in the world because it emits a cool & soothing blue light that is seductive & friendly at the same time it is potent & scary. It looks radioactive & provides just enough light to illuminate a page—just enough for those late in the night inspirational seizures.
I just finished up one of the last in my struggling series of postcard poems to Catherine. I am months late but determined to finish. This is my second attempt at the project because the first time around I goofed & didn’t know the rules and wrote the poems out in various places, tidied them up on my computer, shrank them to a minuscule font, and pasted them to the postcard before sending them. Here’s no. 27 of issue no. 2 (written, of course, with the pen!):
Pleasures & Poisonous
The copper-lined shoulders are faced-down at the rushes—
merge of hymn & moon & sanctity. This this
this the burden I have hedged from all my life,
the rendering of muscle & proximity.
Meat that can last you through the sermon & ontil the next
era of light flown in from her surfaces, light stripped
of her half-light, light that burns of mercury & of legionnaires,
light that entombs the murderous
memory of nations & the cock’s own remembrance
of mornings & their aftermath. Do you know where chickens
came from? That is news alone to spread like deafness
across the land—a meat that after you eat it
you want for sustenance.