Palinode 26

Cascarones                    Confetti                        Eggs


I wore the roar till the red wore off & have stinked in my piles of it.
Fill it, a mud from which we grow out of, to body and to shape. Which self was it that I look back to in admiration? She feels in front of me to be an ex-lover—a
body I no longer know how I fit into then. Dancing orchard, the impossibility of identicals, I still cannot tell them apart.

Why do you putter

a glass away from them?                               Why are your systems so imperfect?

YOU I miss when I wash dishes.


YOU when nighttime comes and I am unknowable to myself. & you hesitating
you are something all together else lost in your ambivalence & you have a house
and it is yours and not leaving you but you it you leave it again and again, the
place you wanted you take away yourself, and I don’t know why you do it but I do
know enough of me to know you.

Constant unconscious ego-ess, quiet your eggs, there is no reason to shoo.

Place, come to me, let’s meet halfway somewhere if it’s easier. Place come to me.

YOU,

YOU be IN IT when it comes.

Hollow decorative egg, I try to hide in the beautiful shadow within.

Make me a wife of it.

She splinters and slowly, oh moon of it, moon, my moon, don’t you yearn for a caretaker?

Double visionary, put me in your pocket, find YOURself singular again and make
me your double, I need something to be a part of.

Showy male, why did I leave YOU behind?

Flash YOUr bright feathers again, inside YOUr silly egg, I will make it

You self, you must mutter it: I miss YOU when I wash dishes.

PLACE come to ME.         Make me an equation:       allow me to understand it.

Allow me IN IT.

Tear the nettles away.      Life again, come, I am half way to you.

Palinode 25

       (re-done   re done)

I miss you when I wash
dishes The palate ceramic
awaits the taste of foam The moon
beautiful using
the word makes it more
meaningful I am
haggling with what I am
afraid of Is this
a journal or a letter We are not (all)
IN IT
together but take me
I am here and my ears are open


I miss you when I wash
dishes My mind can
only open to
that Place
leave me I want to be
inside my complete
self We do all things
together even
when you don’t realize it and I
don’t too but being there
we are both there somehow
I feel it Too big to die
These many hands do so

Palinode 24

Brackish oyster, you’re on a half            shell, broken sun.

                            I am a fraud.           & say, all assemblage

                            DOES NOT MAKE              language--

Appendage, bleed colorfully.

I CAN SEE YOU ALL.

We’re all IN IT together.

ASSEMBLE

(Adult)

In the letter talk

Your appreciation of the house

Roof enough

And from your head you pulled the god of wisdom & war

(Baby)

Being remarkable

Your yellow jacket reasoning

(Mother)

                    Your tail, my head

(of)

off of an animal or

choose safe slaughter,

(Lamb)

pumpernickel surprise!

Books kill spiders
quick and painless. Many
are making kamikazi
missions and at 6am I
will be meditating and trying
not to
imagine them.

Then: When IS the lunar eclipse? How come I never KNOW these things?


      And when the sun rises?                        Will I sleep in this chair?

(infinite)

(offering)

(hovering )

(take me up.)