"Into that house where no man went, he went
Alone; and in that house where day was night,
Midnight was like a darkness that had fingers."
—E A Robinson, Cavender's House (1929)
"The route cannot be acquired by questioning the boatmen:..."
Ties for the Homeless
SLOTH invades, odorless gas;
TIARA of turrets, owner of, missing.
EATER out of my hand, tell
ANENT these splinters, in a code i can break,
LANDS where i may hie to you…
CIRCLE i am always outside of, waxreft
ICARUS, who only asks
RAREST boon; i know you are listening there.
CREATE a pink for my thorns;
LUSTER up the matte backdrop; concatenate
ESTERS in this alembic.
MERGERS happen all the time around me &
ETERNAL bliss some of them.
REGATTA we drive in, that must mean something:
GRAVITY denied… Desires
ENTITLE, no, but it’s not as if i gave
RATTLER-warning to the world!
SLAYERS of promises, the news, & a candle
DECISIVE in flaring its
EGOMANIA, but snuffed, still smokes; Newton
COMPUTES the odds & remains
IMPOTENT to make one smile eventuate.
SAUTERNE, best i ever drank,
INTERRER among pain-memories loses–
VIENNESE waltz of pagan-
EASTERED days–& other cries taboo in these
FRATERIES, do you bring me?
REGIMENTAL productivity i thole,
AGITATIVE with hate, dear
TITANITES unseen, unfallen from the skies…
EMANATIST that i am.
RETITRATE the consequences. A stain speaks:
INITIATOR in far
EAVESTONE spark-sojourning, are you even now
SLESTERED with the task to come…?
Batrachian (with Root-Hoard).
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