MOTHER POEMS

Im wintering here in the summer

in a duster.
Last Springs bumblebees
under the chair.
thy song, those trees
are sweeter soft
no tone neath trees
canst leave thy bliss
an imprint of myself lies crumpled
on the floor
by the sink
at the desk
by the door
Or thats not true, only was once
and truth moves through.

by Marianne Morris

Theres truth in a sound:

Ancient Greece, present time.
Aristotle, Plato, and
the rhetoric of suspicion in the present time and the
rhetoric of suspicion in the present sound
theres truth in a sound, so torrid balm
of rhetoric and the suspicion of the rhetoric in the polis
a suspicion that is developing
about the rhetoric in the suspicion of the polis
evoke a paradox: fantasizing
about space.
In the source of his possibility for action
his being is intensified
the trinket wreckage
the crystal moon
is going to pop and go soon
down iced belly.
In the source of his possibility for feeling
his being is intensif

LOVE OF THE WORLD

Is there not something IN that space?

Do you not tire of left and right
left and right, the forum
in which everything is eternally
the same
o, Boundaries of extremity,
is this ending not so lame

[T]rue conservatives
call
for
the rule of the law.
[Its] radicals [who] seize power
trash all
staple myself to somebodys bones
full of them all the while
wilting and hanging out
nothing is good enough
nothing is good
waste of magic of
silent and listen
TRUTH
IS THE DEATH
OF INTENTION

iee have looked inside.

What did iee find.
Bears, herons,
lions.
TELL MORE LIES

Animated targets
slender necks
thankfully abandoned to their pointlessness
sob about something dankly bled
the motion overturned
the motion overturned
the motion overturned
the motion overturned

It can be difficult to sing

difficult to rhyme with the listening voice.
the Greeks on parade
all the Greeks are burning
the city without us political
and legal realm denied to [us].
We stay back home
women in flowing gowns
a sheaf of Cassandras
briefest models of political rhetoric
our briefest moment usually
war-torn, sticky with hair
remembering darkness
as a fish
bleeds darkly throughout the night
a drip
a steady casual drip
a cotton casual
an ex

I speak of citizens the citizen body,

I refer necessarily just to the adult male citizens.

SHE STANDS AND THUMBS HER NOSE

AND THE GORGONS HEAD REGROWS
THE GORGONS HEAD REGROWS
THE GORGONS HEAD REGROWS

the goddess of fucking

the pauper of feeling
the goddess of feeling
the pauper of fucking
there are two goddesses, there must be two Loves
because the teat is like rain
If we are to regard matter as the female desiring the male or the foul
desiring the fair, the desire must be attributed not to the foulness itself, as
to a subiect that is foul or female incidentally, but to a fowl,
an owl with an f. CLUCK CLUCK. [Aristotle]
Not foul, but fowl. BRRAAAAH

a man should die in peace.

*someone from Ancient Greece wait PLATO

METRONOMES
MINOTAURS
TELEPHONES
DINOSAURS
METAPHORS

in response to 188
mirroring the victim.

about

The essential moment of

self against

other,

neither one satisfactory.

swollen

the crises will disappear to reformulate

beneath or aside
there is nothing of note in the hapless dahlia
giving in to be written off
there is nothing of note in a salad bar
Rimbaud, everything
is here in the pinpoint
spot with the
gathering faults.
Happily ever after that
your name is relatively unspoken
you are a little light that touched no harm
kid sonata in b minor
appassionata pastoral
you are all of these things
you are all of these things
repeated and singular
burn till the match is spent.

the Greeks have been lurking for pages now

womanless
political
space

I would mitigate my thigh legitimately

but there is an unfathomable actress
like a wound across my vision
like a crap totem of sirens
all men are Odysseus, and we are the sea
and Zeus is a rubbish lay
in the hull of the ship.
Sing, sing,
singe the sinking sky ignite
continual backdrop of flight
few possessions
loving slights