whack another dim try at scrib-scrying
scrubglass blue devilist
maudite mechanistic
ice-eyed parasite
bari sax on a patio tap-a-toe
PARASOL squared off pitiful zapatos
imperial brass
zip-away mouth
the body bagged
the toe tagged
and the tail skinked off
to wander and wag
distraction on distraction
what can you keep to keep from keeping?
what, exactly?
too much eye contact,
or too little,
maybe both, oscillating
struggling to extract meaning from a moving image
again —
two, three
four
competing projectionists
laser light
ginger & lime in a lesser light
LA - PEL thrown aggressors’ might
deep inhale of the Sphinx’s spite
slave-hewn world
prior drag
Aldous buzzbomb
Albion slab —
cleanse prescription drawers
G O A H E A D
sack the Sackler store
G O A H E A D
creep the cookie jar
G O A H E A D
grand-ma can get more more more
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQSTUVWYZ
purloined letters fur-lined leathers
kittiheat postage
scratching post pleasures
and you think to yourself:
you’ve used that one before
think:
you’ve become pastiche,
are pastiche,
crusted blotch on silken sheets
splash of splotch on cotton batiste
past-your-sell-by,
fly-circled lapsed hellion
criminal slump
(become bastiche, are bastiche)
GIAMBATTISTA can you bring me
my espresso, please —
yes, the tiny little one
that i will spill everywhere
displacing more volume than the cup,
the little cup —
what’s the word for it?
Giambattista? GIAMBATTISTA?
what do you call a little cup,
when you are in Italy?
a cupola? no, that’s Architecture
or boobie-brassiere (dobleve) low-mind
no-mind coupla hooter-honk— GIAMBATTISTA WHERE THE
FUCK IS MY E S P R esso ?
and then
the voice lowers, expansive:
i’ll try to respect you
&
your time
if & only
you promise to do the same
