Tuesday, 18 August 2015

Four of Cups

for Jon.

this is both a charm and a curse. a curse to six specific bodies: stations of law, and to all stations of law. a charm to those restrained and abjected by the six specific bodies and by all stations of the law.



: the card is four cups it
means nothing there's no
word
          revenged by six
bodies,, pinned

                          tortured
         a face
         in a nest
         the trees

fuck 'em. Cups without a word
might
           so well be a conch when
the mind
                evangelist
blasted,, the ground cannot contain

. Pig's heart - the flat &(&) baron ground

no rehearsal
                      eyes
                      in the trees
bellow: patterns for extinction
    hideous
    as tar,, the wounds form
    a shape, & banishment

  the trees are wounds,, they form up, i pick up a card &,,& bellow grey
abstraction of sky ,, quiet deliberation,,,,,, tortured, a brain into form

as would gravity cajoles from the skies,,

objects,
              willed to 
              summoned

              impossible symbolic
         framework: rain

          it never seems to come
                                  you're
          spitting into grooves
                                  of the brain
         if, rivers tween mind lumps.

Toxic gathering swell
of sky,, nothing comes
to settle: six bodies, they mean
no, mhm,, six torsoes w/ heads
they mean absolute no,, they
six assemblies the arms and throat

no, six tendons six mothers
six coalesce to the roof
                                       the core
                                       gathers && collect
dragged
derag
dropped to the walls & floor
tender law,
                   fly away

terrible sermon
                           on fire
                           the wake
                           when i love
          no

               symbol at all
               the cups
              could be
                frenzied
             eyes in the nest
the wood
shaking assembles into wounds, sygils

this
        an broken charm
        as light would
        cream
                   as
the light that was taken
is present,, breaking thru

w/ out a need to finger, battles
harmonies at choicest feign. Breaking
querent, pushed to un-desire

                four to six six to four to
                flashes impossible w/ abject
                love.

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