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TRANSMISSION 55 (ANOTHER AUTUMN)
(55:66) thanks enough for the ill equipped (55:40) they were the truth I sought (55:66) in the impact of the good book (55:63) I found a turkey neck in the canvas pocket (55:6) you fell (55:20) into afflictions and disappointments (55:6) the principle street of the village is parallel to the railroad (55:74) leaves explain (55:16) the perils that attend to me at the same time every single day (55:92) an awkward question of privilege arising (55:4) live up to their tune (55:98) enjoy the music (55:24) as you lie behind her house (55:49) tossing cards (55:9) smoking sweet pipeweed (55:71) as I have (55:4) a pimple thought (55:47) this is actually the very place (55:75) where the sandwich lives
from Transmissions from the Institute
THE LITTLE KINGDOM
You may call on
El Dorado.
Be a traveler to:
Fez and Sus,
Agra, Oxus, Congo,
and Bizance.
Their mountains and rivers
may await us.
Say goodbye
to them.
We are going down
to the sea.
Come, let’s do it
on the boat.
from The Papier-Mâché Taj Mahal
TRANSMISSION 77 (MARIJUANA IS POPULAR)
(77:2) the earth in space (77:0) I said I would grab something to drink (77:8) beverage frontiers (77:12) a normal craving for brains (77:9) a kick in which the legs are bent at the knees (77:35) let’s compose all of the historic chapters (77:9) confronted by this damaging fact when I take the sugar (77:87) a few two-liters later (77:17) I moved slowly around (77:23) the ghoulie kaleidoscope (77:50) so long groovy (77:81) lips tangled skirts (77:54) a pile of shaved carpets (77:49) werewolf sitar jams (77:45) relax (77:3) relax it really did sound just like water (77:46) horticulture as a hobby because I believe (77:46) Tang
from Transmissions from the Institute
THE 15,000 DAY FORECAST
Looking out the window
at a window. The window
is lighted. In the window
there is a lamp, there is
a telephone across the street
and up a floor, (it is very high up).
That is the first time I saw you
beneath me, work shoes
under your desk. There is
also some dirt and a man
standing on top of another
man, loops move through
their uniforms, a floor above,
smoking a cigarette, and I can
see right into the man, the one
on top of the other man,
because he is a telephone
and the other man is a lamp.
You told me about the Chief
of Snakes, the little seal
that is under the seal is
an anchor under the anchor
to murder the flat assed.
Coffee kicks off its winter.
I think they are making
a movie over there, and
the plastic pages the zones
that you are counting up
and down, and into this
spreading of the heartfelt
is hardly the figure to suggest
romance. That’s dust!
To the smoking man I
wanted to say that the window
was crying because it was
raining outside, but windows
can’t cry like people can
so the window is just wet
like people sometimes get
wet, and the dirt he makes,
it is just so that Family
Gods can provide greedy fun
for the Morons. A big bag
of lemons or oranges and the area
that its light becomes, falling
down until it hurt. The paper
thieves were not revealed
by the videotape. His leg is
broken and so the man
must hop. I AM A CIGARETTE.
I AM A STREET. I LOVE
TO HAVE FRIENDS
OVER FOR COOKOUTS
ON THE WEEKENDS.
The window is looking through
a window, now, and the window
is all dark and green.
from Spaces Where Spaces Are
TRANSMISSION 76 (MISFIT YOUR UNIVERSAL)
from Transmissions from the Institute
ELEGY XVII: Variety
I.
In the beginning you begin
by drawing a circle
around yourself
when you sit inside
the circle a desert
grows around it
and you grow sea
grasses and flowers
a few trees watching
makes it all happen.
II.
The Moon judgment
makes me dizzy
my open heart
messages in your hand
returning firmer
legs in sand currents
running through
the troop of moderns
in the breast milk grows
in the boy and hardens
against him ancient seeds
resist the bruise dart
bones sinew eyes
with wings to milk you.
III.
I am you but dryer
my first form grows
a whale accounting
for helmets lost
the World’s End requires
my failings my
fallings my orbital love
not bending the circle
askew that I abuse
and must return
all this golden brown.
IV.
Such feathers
nymph solid
sawing bone
I am your service
fat and pink
I am your back
your arms there
is no word for my body
I will turn away
after I am lovable.
V.
I will be employed
by the Great Dead Lakes
streams spreading fat
where pleasure is clearer
than the rivers’ appetite
for mother fruit
the food full mouth
on the outside
to be delighted
my malcontented
butter-churner.
VI.
Today back to a chair
in a room some light
on the chair some sand
on the floor a circle
if there is pleasure
enough to divide the body
from breath from variety
many will not be loved in that.
VII.
I should know all
the motions in heaven
turn as in the window
the same fly is both inside
and outside the window
I am in motion in this chair
am still am body am circle
am desert am chair again
it is all outside all inside all
it is that which I am
as you are becoming.
24 JULY 1997
from XX Elegies
JULY 25, 1973
After entertaining the wounded troops
with an insistent plea for turnips, I
looked in the direction that Tina and
the Gorilla had taken. The era
of quick change wigs had at long last arrived.
In the time it took me to notice that
the alarm clock had stopped I figured I
would have to stay exactly where I am.
We embraced the affair of the frozen
casserole. The ghost intended to keep
our romance going without a body.
I often caress the dark space between
cherub and swan, our last rendezvous spot.
Red baby potatoes widen with shock.
from Spaces Where Spaces Are
