There were charmed trespass we couldn’t send
Gates that trembled over omega
Fortuity sembling a fond polestar
Where indigenous is a heartstroke from picturesque
Her fond melody near me
When I craved melody’s end, anoint
inscriptive
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Unable -- henceforth --
To decry “facticity” in the line
where she entered through a sound door
the door frame squared off
perfectly
“& all that”
Fortuity is a candle that eludes regret?
Waiting for “both of us” to blunder through
(a doorway)
Basically -- impetuous --
Meeting, in a word, our homonyms
of exemplary endeavour
To wake up thinking
“the virus mendacious in a tomb”
the dreamed dog soft in my arms
skinless red, a meat curmudgeon
To dream a face is to
mesmerize infinitely
Whose curious soft eyes everywhere
thrum
%
As if a wilfulness infnitesimally forestalls regret
forestalls absence
“A dog fallen over sideways in a hug’s fierce
hegemony”
a tune
sung aloud for “Irish voices”
meaning “there is a lilt”
“walking toward me laughing on Salem at Bloor”
“a gethsemane of indigence stole us”
“Eddy picking up 4 on 2 in the 1364”*
“K’s smile”
a neat reasonable blade of sunlight
’s transversal
objectic
eidem
Which becomes gradually more narrational.
Out of the heart,
which has been dispensed with
or not
Or eased into joy
eased into “warm company”
then left suddenly alone
Looking up from the pale loam of the chest to the window
where they say
“a fact of it”
“the world lies*”
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As if an the opus corrupted enmity
Saying “gafas de sol”
would you believe it
at such a moment
(it’s a gay life ain’t it)
“gafas de sol”
