apo STROPHE’ d

 

 

 

 

 

suitably line-broken and strophed I fervently hope

 

apo STROPHE’ d

 

 

in your eyes,

                                   

 

                                   undulating streets,

                                                                     

 

                                                           rivulets of reminiscences

 

disappear

 

                          into the rummage.

 

here       are                no

 

 

                                                   Violent Volcanoes

 

                                         of PURPLE archipelagos, no s>cr>e

 

 

h^I^s^t^o^r^I^e^s, no well-fed

 

 

certitudes intumescing

 

                               in gelid r-I-g-I-d-I-f-I-c-a-t-I-o-n-s, no psyche c~o~n~v~o~l~v~I~n~g

 

 

 

inside a withered solstice.

                                              

 

                                                                                                                at least, not so

 

 

far.

 

 

 

on my skin,

 

 

                                                                                                cantilevered mildew and

                              

                pungent mustard-flower stem,

 

 

unreasoning tentacles beget their own

 

 

              

                                                                tremulous vocabularies,

 

 

                                                                           and I lick

                                                                     the aqua-ice ephemerality of

 

 

 

a reservoir of oral examinations,

                                                                                            free from residual

 

 

recriminations.