Ornamental truth is acceptable because it can always be read as only ornament. This is why the great truth-tellers have been interested in ornament. But the history that matters is not the history of ornament. Unfortunately that is all the history that can be written; after a new truth is accepted, it becomes invisible. New truth is syntactical.


    "Plappergeist"

spacious hour
crayola nightingale

poems are the throat chakra
likewise drink

uncertain and afraid no
deluded and greedy

and the night bird whirrs
too close to your eyes


    "Eight O'Clock"

the purple neon hands back my swart gaze
as thoughts that will not capture save in zigzag
glances still might tell me what's in store
but won't. i feel the scurrying of rats
within these walls. Amontillado's curt
simmer. All this snow might be a trick;
the moongade, not a road at all. Alas,
i tied it to a pigeon on the sill
and that dastard pigeon's flown, and no one knows
Lojban, save ourselves, in Zargon's interzone.


    "Oblong Paddock"

the eye-wall cometh O Abelard
on hot-coal insoles
night rain shines
along its perfect ragged rivulets shines
and i can read what it says
tonight i can read
as it rains on only one window
nothing about me or mine
and rough wind whips the half-lit trees and lets
go lets go


Death of the World of Now.


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