There are things you don't know :
Bare red lightbulb strobing the bathroom like
Perfume caught in a sweater
Ring cloud of gall gnats at the back door
350 + 440Hz dialtone I can't won't shake
At another moment it was
"A Casinha Pequenina" (
Tommy was singin' it, he could
Get up like a girl on those high notes
That was one where you floated in, I couldn't stop it
Lord, the populators of dreams . . .
What else . . .
Have kept busy
Collecting books on famous fighters | snakes, escapes
Whaling records, penitentes | grottoes, bees, & mesmerists
Vernacular musicks, feats of great strength
Acrobats & Mountebanks
Hyatt's oral history of hoodoo
A text by Amsden called
Idiophones & puppets | a concertina, a kalis sword
An ikon of Bosko, a Baining night mask
preoccupied with finance & theater
else with ordinary vessels :
a cup or can or shoe
But mostly just talking
from an unreal mouth the whole time | I was lost
in my evening jacket
fifteen years I wear it every day & think
do you fit the same dress pulled up over your knees
as the earth draws back like so much ice simply it gives up
I could get language amended
now that remissly I have itself observed
now that I possess more functional words
& no longer rely on harsh repetitions
the room largely barren (there was that single pornographic image you admired
which we tried to reënact : long lean party downstairs too busy for utterance
& strangely, even then, mired in the surface of a catholic disposition
I should have said less, stood & laughed at the same jokes
but for some obscure "amongst . . .
burned worse than the erysipelas
& in writing from above, suffered vertigo
Let's say I forgot to open a channel out into the human ideal
(on the one hand being otherworldly : on the other, "framing-device
still I am clean like the thinnest shiv edge would be
& often outside myself
pure as per ritual, What else
I worry things (some
Who dissected the first corvid in the Ozarks?
Who performed the amanuensis?
What had that hand held? Meaning, maybe . . .
If meaning were structure, concrescence, or anthem
& in thir glory & in thir cost
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Author Bio: C. Violet Eaton is a poet in Arkansas. He is the author of Quartet (Ahsahta, forthcoming 2018), & Some Habits (Omnidawn, 2015).