Info Is the Distance of Here
For/After
Michael Palmer
Glare discharges the dreams of sun-charmed isles like Bob
Perleman.
A torrent's efforts liberate, then fail to liberate, socially
constructed, pre-determined
coordinates in the "bejeweled
intimacy of the instant."
Our shelter belies definitive aspects of: the likes of which
is metaphor.
All alone, he whisked her away, meaning he intended to elaborate,
or at least dissect,
analyze, and then beatify
the odes she crazed in cars while cruising.
Lovers sublimate tasks in order of difficulty, beginning with
"A," then pervert the
imperturbable ideas, cunning
as knives at their throats.
Manipulation of facts is a masculine abortion; a language
that lies can never reveal.
In the Alps, Incipience skied naked, imagined locks of hair
cascading across a woman's
desirable shoulder.
Nothing afterwards sufficed.
Duty aborted the peace effort in faux-beige triangulated bar
rooms of uncertainty.
Everything seemed faux to us in there.
But, no, the General lied, fibbed like a professor down on
his scientific study of luck.
Scarlet indulged her fantasy about "Q" and "the
indispensible modes."
A nude sat up, wondering about Death in her hands, not in
Derrida's hands or in Stein's hands.
One task performs another.
Does nurture imbue the eye like any element of the known psyche?
Unknown psyche?
Matters are out of control is not a defense in this case.
Or a suitable denial.
The particulars run amok!
Variegated conundrums doll-up the finance.
Corpses need only apply themselves with rouge. Are we trapped
like totems?
I believed Uncle Walpole when he died.
The sturgeons floated belly-up, bobbed like Styrofoam replicas
as described by.
I waited, and for once, only the words changed form.
Begotten is a wonder I quested after.
Undone, I am, until I'm finished; and though I wander I never
end.
A group is systematic, a tone of voices we correctly adopt
by speaking or writing,
quickly, and having done
so, in shorthand.
On the Off Chance I Cape of Good Hope
To/For/After
Clark Coolidge
Clark, the river of surreptitious forsaken names denied
us utterance of themselves in abeyance with fleet
obscurities, twanged language as opposed to crows.
And so our crowd, bedazzled, fell over themselves
viewing the banker's widow's prize Vidalias, bent on
blessed erasure: how did & why who. But ether
gambles machines like dice in the name of some,
a pretense dusted by load-steps to verse's weird furnace,
crooked mounds strummed & plucked like Ron Padgett
& you, Clark, rife under pseudo-I.D.s, as a bent nail
for music lassoed chagrin round its cattle baron neck,
and swung by it freely; the other indigenous whooped
a curse & so whooped violently, freely, yet un-
determined. Still, it up & stormed out; The Wild Wild
West Charity Strip Show for Tits & Ass being a
beautiful world we live in & a world gone wrong,
gone raw as a whipped mule's internal panegyric.
Clark, La Place de la Concordance got horn toad for lug-
gage & hornswarggled by doddy old ego cogito
ergo sum cum loud--O, jesus, cum loud, come again, come
again. Our prices are cut on all your ecstatic/potential
needs: gels, creams, leather, toast with gritty bits
of bawdy jam from the demesne below, & tea,
ubiquitous as some but like a poppy drink crop over
in Turkey, who shot JR is none of your Orville Red-
enbocker, a theme, so abruptly avant-garde, I deemed
a bullet beats five aces in Reardon's Ye Olde Hobby Shop:
"for the enlightened enthusiast." Again, I say,
come round the Horn as plenty will shift in response:
& tide surge uplifted of the female & panic, old boy,
as avast the lubber, how close his mind, the world
at one point. Except as compass sextant the luck of
Protestant crosses, unadorned: re: umbilicus to Union.
And I say, Clark, come Saturn's turn, the bile will run!
Oddly Arrangement of Ode
A seamstress believes comatose quasi-redistribution
is ampoules of what instigates the literati-migrations.
Entire bodices declined like shorn heaths, so Irish,
that text is verily anecdote upon anecdote, but brusk,
unstudied until provoked by culinary Gauls.
Winds of contentious rhubarbs, booked like paradigms,
usher in "the likes of me walks into a bar."
Holy is lingo! Infinite our ways! We cunningly gaol!
I say devour your pertinent soap operas, mum!
Crush flippant introductions like fluid macadam!
Yet whoever votes a compass crusades Americana.
For paradigms are hawks, distillates of a living form.
Love flies, a writ in name only. Hopelessly caveats.
Only "frost" & "swill" define poetry's
historical almanac,
intelligent as stolid base pairs oddly averted,
painfully, as cold fronts leap free out western ranges,
a policy we derange by context's arrangement.
Is perfidy a simile mocked by a gar's disguise?
Is broken a conscience? Have I written ogled?
Infrared motive-cameras glamorize technique.
Gone are ultra-sexual motifs. I straddle my comb.
Words indemnify pajamas like referential codes.
"Repeatedly" identifies an occurrence that begins.
Rhythm begins, artlessly sutures conceptual models.
Even orderly inculcates mal de mer, often,
but upon a strange breed a spurred horse rode out:
Death's martyred quartered Prussian ode.
Let To Knowledge
For/After
Rae Armantrout
As ficciones manipulate souls,
ours is a slid voice.
To
note
"the scientific" is simultaneously
above
&
below us,
is to be both thought & word.
Shrifted opulence masks:
"between angelic
you & I."
Alpha alters Omega in spheres
of influence;
as constructed, it appears evident.
For the sake of a clue,
arranged is arranged is arranged.
Scat-like fidelity poses,
briefly,
in improvised ears,
for "exact wavelength"
conditions variables.
Sounds.
Plural stinging machinat-
ions.
Harvested
rooms
let to knowledge.
End Games
For/After Rae Armantrout
I won a zeitgeist fish
to eat understanding out right
in an hour.
underground.
less conscious of end games.
mutations originate in texts.
for music, as in murdered,
dreads the empirical.
inimical wanders loose,
exiled to similar
sparring bouts, chimeric
w/ dimensions.
what is hung by?
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Raymond Farr lives in Ocala, FL. His work appears in Moria,
Shampoo, GutCult, Text Base, Ambit, MAG, Poethia Online Single
Author Issue, Eratio, Word for/Word, and oh yeah, in BlazeVox2k3.
