Monday, November 15, 2010
poem || Jeff Harrison
a large hand-fan of blood ...
A A A A A A A A A A A A
whistling blank regular surely
includes the preceding line of capitals
you can get more A if you don't mention A,
so mention Claude Gueux
do you, Claude,
touch that which we bow towards
& obey even then the microscope of hatred?
Claude Gueux, King of Thieves,
is not an idea whose time has come
your tomb, lout,
opens not inwards but out with an infant's breath
there is the sky. derived from old age
there is one thing stronger
than all the grace of youth,
Claude Gueux is one thing stronger
than the grace of youth
one thing, still everything yields to be said
do, Claude, suffer a biographical account of
dawn, flower, & what of "In the GRAVE is
the GRAVE & you, Claude, to the dews of the dew"?
a brief analysis of spirits flown: Claude Gueux,
I'm building an index on this wee child of Claude Gueux
who saps this index rests upon our eyes
the index title is NO ROAD TO DAMASCUS
triple row of air plashed with suns at bay
third volume of a history of pointy teeth
trio of Claude Gueux, Royal Honey, & "A"
the corner of the corner of snow,
cornerstone, marble turns to snow -
for solace, Ol' Claude, or is't a metamorphosis?
Claude Gueux, let people alone!
he stepped into so much a later period
than the hawk and her prospects!
he opened the light down to the tone for
NOBODY if not for YOU,
fitted so tight into his waistcoat pocket