Friday, 16 May 2014

Midday Here and There David Stone/Cheryl Penn - Book 2


BOOK 2
Midday Here and There
24th March



FORGOTTEN VERSES

Between two summer noons
I saw a winter sun
Set.
earth from universe
firmament alizarin divided
two halves two wholes
A Night Sky steals in.


the windy edge ascertained time's bite
between
lodged
the hour
I sought
to eat
time
fought
our
late
winter.




a  heap of sheaves in a
valley for threshing
how microscopic this periscopic
end
here and there.
perception my dear
Is the liberty of fraternity
said the old dear
with purple hair
and
aristocratic ways
and no intention of
sharing.
The sun still shone its path across
the sky with
foregone conclusion.


 To speak
of classes;
artifaces
spackle
in places
that gleam
marble
pavement
all sizes
configured
in haste
it tastes
of bouillabaisse
spots.


to dream in ribbon ream
tapered
in place
of bouillabaisse marble -
flying kites
static mites
spotted tigers
noon refigured.


The flight
of
odors
of fear
featured
above
abyss
mal
types
whose
towns
towed
toward
wooden
towers.

the watchtower
does not watch as
distant fences fall
bringing
closer
moving
forests of barbed wire
on the move
this is
not
Hamlet.

moves.
past
the shards.
evening.
the speeches.
the overly
obedient.
corpuscles.

Cartesian duality
am I because I am?
am I?
deduction deception
politics  philosophics
entirely collide.
do we bow to
four causes
or four heavenly winds?
I passed the bridge
the way
Of the unconscious traveller
all heads were bowed
to a Spinoza refrain.

the revolt
from
heaven.
the
cries
of
the switch
blade
care
takers.

no one takes Care
whirlwinds on every corner
no
true
(north)
harsh storms
crack open
every soft function.


 winter
spoke
it
was
once
too ordinarily
cold
too cold to drink
fluids
however
wet
we
were
one
time
or other
in
industrial cycles.

midday here dawned grey
on the blood moon
I could not see
but felt
the pull
of an indefinite
but
finite
Wait.

the night of relief
relived
re-elevated
scents.
making
scents.
dishes.
plants.
ate ferns
somewhere
behind
the interred
shale
diagram.

the scent of sense
seven or more
depends on a
point of view
sacristy of perception.
diagrammatic insight
can we rise
above the ideas
of this time?

towards
some
formal
end?
definition.
of the inherited
congress.
look at the clock.
the filibuster ends.


Epilogue

Midday Here:

on-line classroom
in-line
cold wind
season change clouds gather
no rain falls
change is in
the air.
deep breathe
a high sky sun.


rein
arain
arranged
quoth
eye
saith
it hath reigned two much
twodayes.

amen
quoth
oure
hoste


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