Long Interwar Poems

Glass, a lid
Slipping, a curtain of purest water
Drop
Now fainting, waking and beating
Closer growing, armoury for an apparition
Dreaming of wings, but oh,
But oh

Trail, paper
Walls are covered and so I cover
Following observant
Back in archives of interwar
My sister...

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When we slept through our
naked loops, there was a silent call.
Moon was out walking on the street
peeping through the glass window,
the crossed legs.
Trees were meshed up in dark. Do you
know the impropriety of leaves, climbing
on...

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The heavy lead blocks
Feeling completely spavined
Ineluctable

Zymotic gulf like nihilism
Hollow skull starved
Explodes wherein of itself

The wells enlarge
And vomit happy
Under sunken stars

As Baryshnikov they
Perform deep under laps
Enveloped lightly and kingdom come

Pallid as an interwar prostitute
The ball in...

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