from Cataphonic Gong by Lewis Gesner
resilience converge on sharpened pins
functional holsters, specimen treatments so too are growing stacks of
pages with no visible content advancing sunlight procrastination
lemon and water scans for silver and invisible ink drops of red
candle wax fortunes in the crease suits the steel roofing attached to
the cement wall of the house in the front, and in the rear where it
is angled between two buildings and forms a separate enclosure the
frog man who leaps on hands and knees between the rows of tress,
subject to a birth defect the dark soldering of nature sharp
sensation shakes the head wait out the pulsing touristic lining on
the paper, scratching of the pencil to produce effects of border,
effects of substance suggestions of the shade, as light is somewhere
too implied upon the page expert dissections of the things pulled out
of the walls were they hollow walls were they not, where these
objects liquids or like sprits running through the solid wells and
there they are again on fire strange what the artist is doing putting
three unrelated objects together on Polish television also as he
makes a cute song of pitches, tearing a piece of paper, followed by a
small rumbling, a rolling earthquake in Asia the red paper contains a
blessing not works but portfolios of association enveloping cloud
forms, stirring geometric shapes, blacked, hazy edges telling for
repair these are visions to be corrected with the claw end of the
hammer some burr removed then another, then an unsuccessful handmade
nail removal so these operations success, correct grill occupation of
asserting in two directions for locating, shamanic skill predict
flight and change sprinkler hoses, punctures under pressure fountains
free trip from God’s mercy faith drops weights in irregularly
stitched and shaped sacks of canvas onto planks over an open
precipice these planks unsecured depended their points of contact in
their rest remain still or spring up suddenly when dropped upon jump
surprise of accident of ignorance and physics occult diary and
witnessing quagmire diffident to mud, soft reed grass and swamp
snakes coiled beneath the palette with the red nails pointing up try
to step on stones and not the wet sods which might propel you forward
into a muck of leeches try not for bleeding the milk into it either,
the dawn and shine that bounces off the top of the water so it is
black as black mica, with the hint of a fin or viper’s tail snaps
above the surface in a penetrating |snap| that wakes the prey your
drops of tar pitch ooze from where you have slit your third finger
and divided your fingerprint into two ovals for your whole lifetime
drip drip emits the round thick drops utter the sore release grounds
downs issues salient forths I for want to be(s) produces a thickened
wax that coats the bearer and when he rests, secludes with the
below(s) and in a moment of unconscious abandon to absolute rest is
sucked down straight care in the muck and mire and quagmire or the
amalgam swamp, the setting of the offal odor hinting history move
aside the excremental when the pipe comes from underneath the road
and there is open gutters all along the length of country street the
field which floods the rusted shell of a car half way to the hollow
tree swell of bit through just what you can remember, the rest sunken
here too with the insignificant shoe flexible strips keep your shape
wrap them around, center them in linen make a ghost sheet of
yourself, white and flapping sail imbue with purpose and
responsibility rest with the legs folded and buttocks on the rock
half way across the brook incomplete profusion intensive relenting
cracked housing makes attempted ignore feel indistinct without nerve
end described the leper in the village wakes the fingers are gone the
rats have eaten there is no sensation always perch, and high and out
broken rest, undeeply save energy, seem to submit to influence carry
your noose who made the gorgon breathe through as reed straw finds
its way to the pediment and disappears you are too long for this
replace repent oh flapping but can’t lift off what has hold without
a blanket the broken jaw but can pop the mouth apart for eating
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