"ANNIE HILL’S GRAVE

Amen. The casket like a spaceship bears her
In streamlined, airtight comfort underground.
Necropolis is a nice place to visit;
One would not want to live there all year round.

So think the children of its dead, emerging
From shadow by the small deep gates of clay,
Exclaiming softly, joyful if bewildered,
To see each other rouged, heads bald or gray.

Some have not met, though constant to the City,
For decades. Now their slowly sunnier
Counterclockwise movement, linked and loving,
Slackens the whirlpool that has swallowed her.

Alone, she grips, against confusion, pictures
Of us the living, and of the tall youth
She wed but has not seen for thirty summers.
Used to the dark, he lies in the next booth,

Part of that whole, poor, overpopulated
Land of our dreams, that ‘instant’ space
--To have again, just add stars, wind, and water--
Shrinkingly broached. and, as the brief snail-trace

Of he withdrawal dries upon our faces
The silence drums into her upturned face."

--M*rrill


145.

stairway Atari rainclouds · I tryst swarming narrowcasting
my band attracts wasp crystal · williwaw broiling latifundia
giant antonym scrimshaw · sluggish forlorn

Aurora Troll. Black pints, communication with Ghayb.


146.

ridiculous simoom · adamant I scrollwork tubular
gloaming Kodak dusk asthma · Isfahan wizard smock toasty
morass among caracul ado · vanish amply

It always rains. World full of ghosts, including ghost of skygoing. aturnward, unsaturnward airt. frabbits = frog-rabbits. Garudas drink frabbit-ichor for food.


147.

digital silkworm ogham · I stoop walking Klaatu asking
visitors sly akimbo · swap confusions crystal
ambulatory pools ago · sharp warts imago

Garudas hark for sonar input. Cloud-plankton. Xibalba is ground, floating tripton murk shrouds. Dull crimson and acrawl with sonic matrix calls.



Usual amount of good working.


"...to be poets, we have to learn how to do a (metaphorical) dead-sea float."