Mind you to remember is to put
together what unhappy history has
dis-membered gathering the members
of outsized outlandish Osiris
take them by regulation measured
dosage and call out in the morning
the light reflected off their leaves
and water-spangled branches the
highlights photoshopped onto that model’s
canines and bicuspids moist white
nights of sleeplessness rambling down
and up blind flights of stairs
twine the ways apart my lord
cleave backages and ransom
implements to filthy humus
I for an eye truth for the
thunder and the lightning-
bug sleepless the evil dead maunder
through an outlet mall of children’s
fancies outsourcing nail set
past a laboring proletariat switching
channels swiftly as their thumbs
can twitch I had hope when
violence was ceas’d handing
paper sovereignty to pasteboard
crowns and lath scepters pat
buchanan my jo have all
the seas ganged dry love of
lurchers sniffing sheeps’ peeled
hindquarters ye lightnings ye
thunders in clouds are ye come
off the quaint pronouns mate
write something you could actually say
in some emotion’s stress or storm
our latest gesture neither an opened hand
nor pointing finger but an odd
thumb-thrusting half-fist oh no he’s
not quite fisting her it’s only three
fingers maybe the thumb so hard
to see on that grainy super-8 stock
pay it no mind unless it’s somehow
marked folly magenta friendly
to unburthen one’s self-same interior
frames to hesitate out on a progress
whose time-stamped facets might imprint
a passage pale indigent or parsimonious
a new atom mine where naked children
haul coal-carts of glimmer and what’s
the proper term for oral sex with the
dead who can’t really give
anything your handshake like a defunct
fish cher monsieur bush good
thing the storm shutters’re up early
no she didn’t pick up what don’t
you screen your calls too incommunicado
the chocolate flesh tones built up
by a dozen or more painstaking trans-
parent layers of wash an icy
speaking warmth dream or nightmare
of the moving statue goylem
soil ’em goylem roil ’em an aleph
bracketed with the doubled horns
of the phoenician ox double ax
of ariadne’s maze a jackhouse
that jury built monument to the ten
words break two tablets call me
deep in mourning a barbeque of aureate
veal lechon asado chimichurri
vindaloo nouveau beaujolais rising
up like the sun which is we are
told new each day they leaven the end-
less parade of bleached teeth
and boob jobs with photos of a girl
got her face burned off in a wild-
fire true life human interest florida
scum on the white house train
eat or be what you eat testosterone
panic button photosynthesize petrol
for a hybrid hald-human half-turnip
driver line up your fucking kids
and I’ll run ’em down right now a bad
hair life a tenderness in the angle
of her hand as she raised the cup
to the old man’s lips charity shines
in our leader’s close-set eyes so
careful not to soil them with
printed materials the charred face
grins lipless over the lip of the
armored personnel carrier’s turret compressing
time and space in swift apery of far-flung
instantaneous markets electronic chads well-hung
blond and toothy I’ll bet wink and
bulge but why don’t any of our letters
get answered in characters we
recognize lovers’ hands lapped in bonds
of gold outcomes foreseen and outcomes
manipulated lie down take two
alternatives implausibly standing in for white
and black odysseus’s scar displayed and spread
onscreen as just another weeping carnal gash.