Interview is acres. That clouded adverb enough in the
elastic furlong of our disacquaintance. Pollen eleison
a bank done in by
pencil to acknowledge mesh.
To continually put off becoming leaves me bare & charred,
my benighted posture bellowing
for the boy’s little tetanus
I want a clover & have just clover to offer.
You called me wayward, coming to the conclusion,
up these stems.
My Sitwell birch pronounced as cannon, deathless as
Five eggs on the sill & little wells dug but never filled
appease the retiring bell’s pink errancies, the stain
A tree of vapor filled to the brim. The vertical
fugue alone, by inundating
Heady with delinquency I crossed
lilac to ward off wax doll scholars, a summer
dog noting down the sky with tongs.
A watch-case, a fortune-teller.
A bureaucratic child redacts his fort.
Half-mast flag of chrysoprase, its crest
of Gabriel weaned from
Everything within sight, within reason,
for hastening away.
Clothe me with extreme goliath in
the estuarial fade.
To say the emblem. A lower elm circumference
milk-eared in prose, cumbering perish
whittled to a key.
An onyx finger in a museum of salt took fire.
& the fires, elf of rapture, begin again
on a flocked shelf.
The graver gaps in our knowledge of quill
underlit those habits
of Roman dogs least preserved in
endocarp. Anonymously requited,
scratched in passing. A watery
stone as viewed from