Thursday, October 07, 2004

2.29



The median is the strangest in this world,
Those doubly hemmed by cambia of gold and dross, two deaths for the
     middle human,
They have an ease but they have eyes to see,
They struggle to protect, in their vigilance they lose themselves.
Doubly hemmed and of it doubly irritable.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

2.28



Thymoetes climbed the rainbow to sit as keystone,
Waited, thought of himself as the opposite to Faustian,
With a good forewarning of the chute, the slide,

Refraction, although existing in colour, no essence, no esse,
As if the parabola, as if the hyperbola might mean some thing,
The rainbow can enter the mind freely, lacking any harsh body.

The covenant of our Lord that Thymoetes saw, climbed,
Resplendent, and regarding it and the crock of gold,
Despite the talk, meeting the earth never.

Tuesday, October 05, 2004

2.27



At the crossroads, the governor imposed from a far capital
As a Pilate or Quisling or Seyss-Inquart,
And for him too many had on their lips collaborator,
The creak of torsion,
The twisting links caught and played by zephyrs,
Phineus turns as random as the dice,

At the crossroads the cadaver has done five hundred years,
     orbits aimed at the advance,
In death, this fingerpost will inform the traveller,
Who thinks they have a choice,

Three times Bellerophon strikes the oracle,
Three times the oracle comes to rest,
Telling of the road just done, return.

Monday, October 04, 2004

2.26



Beauty, the lode discovered on the poor farmer's land, making
     riches overnight,
Galatea from a cottage or croft, transfigured immediately from
     her incongruous place,
The world shall not allow beauty in such disguising rags,

Has she shut off her low birth,
That might cause her to be agenda'd emissary from below to
     above,
And when she detonates, no betrayer—has she?

Sunday, October 03, 2004

2.25



Love, especially that love torrential, founded on polarity and the
     exploration of difference,
Too often can become a universal key,
And once it has opened any dark and deplorable vaults in the
     psyche,
Having no consonance between the parties,
For them to sense, and to impede their rush, disaster awaits.


Saturday, October 02, 2004

2.24



Pygmalion in the railway delta, having selected,
Roulette of the tracks, will lie and wait,
with throat and ankles meeting the straights, across the span
sometimes the metal sounds are near, sometimes far,

I calculate with infinitesimals because purity is my grail, he says,
Whether the tonnes of iron will choose the same,
Where is the one true outcome inside a multitude of false?

The Perils of Pauline, The Exploits of Elaine,
Pacific 6-2-2 will mince him fine, Mogul 6-2-0 will have his soul,
The chancery is no different to always, he says,
To home or heaven, one or the other tonight.

Tonight, he will go to his home,
Or he will go to heaven, one or the other tonight.