Thursday, August 9, 2012

Six Sick Sicks [unedited]

"I hadn't seen a sunrise in months."

1. six dirty chambers, rolling on grease
    a thought of something now forgotten
    something rotten waits at the bottom
    heaven in Sodom, six more glasses
    rolling the crease, staining the page
    engaging dirty wicks in the passes

7. one age, two wrecks, three lives
    twenty fives into a new year
    weary today--no words, late risings
    trust no tidings to dumb machines
    syntax of knives, thoughts about nothing
    coughing and yawning--a headache convenes

13. twisting bright, up in the air
      everything now just appears to be
      world of glee in neighboring hills
      haven of wills and sparkling dreams
      crispy and bare / cypress and palm
      calm--the breeze, and everything seems

19. a season inverted, whole cities behind
      left off where He crumbled grief
      in dark, beneath a coma's narrows
      honey voiced sparrows circled his days
      skinning the rind, in tired directions
      dissections de vivre descending in grays

25. those days, spinning for measly commission
      meager checks, or cash in hand
      grains of sand in bony fingers
      a memory lingers between shredded leaves
      wars of attrition and warm afternoons
      platoons of libations, liberation of eves

31. when oppressed by freedom--chose slavery
      donned shadowy threads, pulling knightly cuts
      swallowed His guts, powdered his nose
      danced on His toes beneath chandeliers
      clicking savory lines, crashing and slinking
      and drinking from mandolin's glassy veneers

37. in headwinds-- breathed, and kept pushing
      industrial canal way down this trail
      concrete slops railing and aquiline ditch
      pulling a stitch from the avenue
      His legacy whooshing on the boulevard
      for yards, meters--Figueroa imagines You

43. "what now, Friend? got homesick feelings?"
      just last week, sick of home
      from polishing chrome, to inhabiting days
      rejections and strays remember Your touch
      repentant in kneeling? or simply disrupted?
      constructed dishonesties wilt in Your clutch

49. blackjack six--His left wrist twisted
      appropriate to harvest in this fashion
      spinning leads passion / better be painful
      resolution's disdainful--bleed through the tissue
      all grievances listed in previous verses
      of curses. Conclusions? never the issue

55. the sheer incompleteness, a cycle subtracted
      reflections of nines, these miscalculant spirals
      Your Honor in vinyls--former defeated
      one sentence repeated for fifty-eight years
      old shadows refracted in loose invitations
      when patience is virtue--reanimate fears

61. cool dry sunshine, left side sore
      yet ruinous revolutions only, could fly
      a chittering sigh--the story obscured
      a temper demurred by rustling roads
      from rockiest core, solid gravities rule
      this Fool reinvents from academy modes

67. canaries, gulls, and gulps of silver
      lakes of memory in satellites' glow
      eleven point throw, five tiles off
      --harrowing soft dreams of parallel picks
      His science bewilders, His motives unknown
      December tone shifting for freewheeling kicks

73. the landscape, the skyline, olfactory twinges
      sprawling progression--end of the world
      among sorrows, swirls of smiling Pierrots
      fake optimist heroes denatured in droves
      ultraviolent singes detach through the air
      the hair-burning crisp of celestial stoves

79. "He rings with unquestionably vague executions
      blowing pennies," subordinate claims to achieve
      coils conceive to unequal chameleon quills
      by corruptive swills, through sour commands
      petty allusions--echo of funeral trumpets
      the Lump pets irregular semi-formed hands

85. a new Raskolnikov, way back when
      day after mourn, flirting with bannisters
      poetic vanishers--late night between bars
      "falling stars," whispered others, prophetically timid
      swerving the bend, forsakes Them tomorrow
      no borrower's doubt in maturity's limit

91. no dreams, fancies, or lovely deceptions
      "amor is illusion" croons Big's begotten
      nothing forgotten, no thing for giving
      but driven to bitterness, inebriant scorning
      single conceptions seem cheeky, kisses deceiving
      whiskey this evening--sours all morning

97. something behind, though, truly is left
      when solitaire dealers take aluminum wings
      the Lynch-pin sings from midnight alleys
      all tallies carried--little black booked
      rosebuds cleft, stem from His pedals
      these medals dissolved, these minerals cooked

103. six for twelve, weevils and grins
        common home rate for dehydrated dawns
        here--eight pawns, or possibly seven
        vast urban heaven for povertous drunks
        nine million twins, surrounding the mountains
        no fountain's absolving for rattlesnake punks

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