A Wall (Cap and Nail)
Here a lack
Of assemblage, a
Measure of off-
Hand wheedling asserts
Itself, and one
Tromps the ochre
Earth in clay’d
Up boots, or
Snow-laced sneakers,
Making tracks for
The distant instantaneous,
Yeah. New music’s
Disagreably whack vigor,
Quel jeux. If
A thing gels
Up florid, rid
It of its
Formal trance leaf-
Letting with haw-
Spittle, drool, or
A brick. Pool
Desires together, or
Heap one’s disgust
In a mound,
An autochthonous bump
Or box label’d
Mio caro canonico,
Surreptitious, syrup’d, sapped.
Recontext a puissant
Insobriety, dash off
Mark’d insolences, caulk-
Gun one’s plow-
Boy flibbertigibbits. Try
To make lines
Conflate a motor-
Mouth’d inexhaustible sluice-
Dipping (desert clime)
With a Tipperary-
Yen, a chary
Soul-ambuscading wench-
Abductress authenticity adequate
To the time.
Do it eagerly.
Accuse with precise
Dollops of mawk
And haemorrhage. A
Repertoire that yields
When struck or
Stuck in committee,
That log-rolling choir.
My only practice
Is the va
Et vient sack-trafficking
In quire inventories,
Meddlesome ledgers of
Sleight of hand
Men, or my
Train jumps whatever
Track it’s laid
Down, and spares
The hog-tied
Damsel who balances
Nape and heel
Against the rails
In a japery
Of truth, or
Shrieks “alack” or
“Alas” through a
Handkerchief knot’d with
Artless negligence and
Reft, or my
Name isn’t Lionel.
