from Astrometry Organon
NEMESIS
I. Corona & nepenthe- stricken, it this silence belies; up in your throat the god hovers—silver beads an adumbration: hematite & gooseflesh this mother swallows even things you can’t see, goes on swallowing. This runner never bends or halts, looks deep into the bulletwound, the door leading to razed climes where the sugar ghosts go. She’s dark stone, a pestle for pounding vapid powders that swing the spine to meet the humid eidolon of the court of blemishes:: so soon you go, so latent all your tears & shed blood are her lips—black sun queen of the waveform or polluted cranium, mercury her sweat & roseate her womb expelling not light but heat & motion & cinders. II. Glides toroid darkness seen through darkness, iris bitumous silent carpet obsidian bereft tourmaline execrable sapphire Orphic cinders honorable pitchblende cipher lady queen inestimable inexorable climate:: dismal moors & lodestone
scripture
dry dogs, lemurs, lepers:: uranium saints, she goes by way of the blood she’ll be driving 7 sallow chargers:: the oceans clot the barrows open:: mantis lips or pitcher-plant split all flies rejoice:: the serpent & the scepter rise to the spectre queen the most high most abject Nemesis:: is born in birthless vacuum:: Phoebus’ bitch come to bring him home ALRESCHA Fearless on my breath Most fearful mirror Reflected, the split flesh Of a purple-black pepper Ruptured the skin curls Most faithful mirror The night folds & I am sad & sad & sad AL NAIR
The sternum bow, vector chakrah, the saturnine siphon's anathema. My archer fish—flipper baby: you go naked into this very night, orgone glower or bioluminous maleficent benefactor beat a diaphragm drum, leopard demon made a paw-pad thunder there, hunter of the starving one's shadow: anti- peristalsis sharpshooter, a divine rupture just one kind spectre who is the bull- roarer's shriek, an other shuddering ablation, the amoeba's ecstasy, no lonely fire your doublebacked steed goes adamant into cosmic rain. The nested letters of the Word: anesthesia, staid groaner's a string of sticky pearls in the crane's mane: panacea singer, you wielder of that same sight gag reflex which is
your
arrow of light. ARNEB A butterfly in a myth of ownership a grimy semblance of virility. Trismegistos, barterer of ether, a charmed navigator. Meet the masses with a chrome smile, a jar of air, never reckoned, the one who speaks in grunts is mounted by new gods. Icebreaker in a sea of flailing products, the grim countenance lifts the lance, he goes into the west where the baubles are, throngs with shadow spines, his nectar the scorn of countrymen. Lonely stutterer with a serial text of numbered screams, luminous Braille of the city & the corners of the city where are written the names of strangers in alien colors. Books of debris & lost alcoves. A thinker is a metal spirit alight on the magnetic fields of the towers of gas & science: naked bulb in a bouquet of electrodes, shifter on the nifty roads cut in the city’s snow, the girly wings of planes glyphs in the morass above & below the bubble of sea level. Ambassador to fish & birds. This is the marble sex of downtime, noble children sucking on sparks; the funnel to heaven a map of arms & hearts. Speaker- to-suns swaddled in the living plastic of a shrinking age. Brothers & sisters lift the tarp of forty years: buck born underneath & the parts that will upturn, do. A cradle of channels & tunnels, a pit of wine unfolds under the grey skin of circumstance, the pulses of trains reach as those sparks toward those unseen ferns of origin & original procreation. We are gnats under the wanton walls loosed in this land & though a gnat is a ghost we wear lost bearings as a dark glow under our eyes. Nimwits steal our time, growlers gnawing on the mutton of their own arms. His lesson, our hero, the shining knife on a gnat’s head. This is the last form, a golem of societies & a scripture of fetishes & meanings. The tickertape woven to our bones nears the million permutations of his names: Odysseus of the parched lips, gallant Cupid with the id’s bow, parchment wrested from faders: Hermes, Wilhelm & all the rest, wounded caveats of origin. A wanderer’s wholesome thighs, dirty archers are stripped of serendipity. Invoke the legion with the language of the dumping grounds, the primers of swinging limbs, jackknifed skin stacked up against the glowering zero of obsolescence. She who makes the tapestry of the lion’s mane & the lion’s breath, Trismegistos & your shoulders of tears anoint the silvery antennae of the crux of man, mother flaneur, father of modern madness & future tense. We creep through the sporadic leavings of a gone time, the million tongues a flowering rod lifted over the ingots of misprision. Our task a formidable lowing in the belly of matter, Teacher, you were always a rabbit’s foot attached to a rabbit. VEGA Worsted betters & a tendency towards trendsetting wounds River giraffes & learned falcons Receive transitional grace like firecoals Plasma loaded furrowing clouds for mushrooms & clouded ultimatums Hold my mind while I whack the moles |
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marklamoureux lives in Astoria,
New York.
His work may be found online at Big Bridge, Sonaweb, Shampoo Poetry, The Verse Magazine Weblog, Can We Have Our
Ball Back?, Gutcult and
his translation of Gérard de Nerval's "Les
Chimeres" at Fascicle. He is
the author of 3 chapbooks: Film
Poems
(Katalanché Press), 29
Cheeseburgers
(Pressed Wafer) and
City/Temple
(Ugly Ducking Presse).
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