By wroth, up-planted
A dangle-bangle root, telephon'd accusation
Near-twittering, blamed for breathless
A sentence! – deposit lost, skin marked poison
Like this name, the reputation of Orestes
Marked with slather splatter light of galena.
The real poison is on the name.
Dare it be utter'd, damnably so, infernal, not exotic
But the periplum name changed.
Avast: (as to announce a change in jargon) : let us
Talk solely on this matter of tide
And nine months solitary slammer, listing
And more wroth twixt the agonies
This head pounding wall, this bottle tipped back, many
That lined the brick walls.
Where introductions exhaust themselves by the necessity of the spent pen,
a broken stylus nib
Whisked in & forced out by a trident of lies.
The mendacious fear no falling fruit, alight & squashed
The garden path, the chariot wheel, her war.
Beware, I said to myself later, too late, of what happens
From the shadows behind the shields!
You will not see her eyes, but you will be encumbered by those
Her gaze has stirred into motion, the same eyes that
--conscripted those into her legion.
Where the scene is set upon the afflicted,
The burning brand affixed indelibly upon the innocent
Let there be end. A word of lux was of Genesis and
Be it in parallel case & without reason as stipple'd sense
A nasty word ends all ties.
A word shatters a monument.
A phrase cauterizes against possibility
But eyes flashed in drunk prophetic wrath utters itself
With hoarse imprecision
To plough the sea.
To plough me.
--Stick the prick for the prick to stick
--Prick the stick for the stick to prick.
--The SEND buttons are flashing double, a tracer of light,
A slip of the digit
A knot – omphalos of light, not desir
Ruin is deployed, and its cost is mounted double interest donkey
A pound of flesh in saddlebag.
With fire he drank
With fire brought to the people
With fire in his organs
Ruin pecks the prick to stick the stick a prick of a stickly prick.
A prickly stick pricks to the sticks,
And a line forms a square in the social common
A mass a pack a bloc a blob
Bloodletting eyes for sword blood to flow full drawn
The saboteurs take the stage / the jongleurs take the port.
Ploughing at sea.
As the afflicted brings finale with an electronic dispatch
Construed as a threat, but only the catharsis of his desire,
A desire for full closure as disclosure of dead sentiment.
If roundabout the fore and aft, the electric vessel could sink
Before port reception
As I said dot dot dot
And she split the mizzen of the mind.
Through the arch, he was presented
Alongside the floggers
The chance dice tossed for garments
Finances a cracked egg even under
The fat hen's feathery fat body of warm prudence.
The cock will crow,
And with her printout
Another dipped a hand, not so much a gesture of assistance,
But soon soiled.
Pull the rope around him now.
Pull the knot around him now
Trap the crying minotaur in a concrete hedge labyrinth
And he wasn't even eastern.
"You have been accused of the following:
(one) Having no voice at a distance at the oddest hours,
(two) entering the ruin of the false oracle without the billet
(three) failing the faith course en masse w/o parachute pants.
(four) infesting your own dome and my home of the gnome
She was experiencing something suddenly medical
Of this, I was sure
Or vengeance has its bite, and I bathe in venom or slick-sickly sea-salt
Grind it into the skin!—the only clear path to the bone,
The only entranceway.
I nail my own portico with weather-stripping of a kind
Because the storm is about to start, and I've front row seats worn out bottom pants.
The pseudo papa telephones – berates w/o proof
Or posture for the audience on the other line
By wroth again, confused! Stultifera navis and the stultifying naïve.
Shall I appeal to the lord of the law as the other apostolic anodyner's clubs do,
Shall I just clutch this bottle and wait out her storm, her suddenly medical storm?
Waiting is no choice, and the only choice.
Who to trust and who to bleed—questions for later.
© Dr. Kane X. Faucher
Assistant Professor - Media, Information and Technoculture (MIT)
Faculty of Information and Media Studies
The University of Western Ontario