from Memory Swerve
grave
wrangled
in the night’s
rites
embalmed
head
dreamt
immunity
held-on
catch
whatever
was caught
had been singing
not enough
on punative
wings
local football team
scribbled on Polish
rocks
thin lines
nodding
out
returned
lagg’d
humm’d
and
drawn
made it a road
made it
a windflag
had it nowhere
bound
loose
unanswered shout
of ships
blue
back - - blue
loose
occupied in the descent
orbiting it
seem’d
what was read
at sky’s end
had been arrived
at again
sworn letter-
less water
mimed
into memories
loose
descent
inwardness
meant
sisphoned
into
awareness
where
mouths
dwell under
rocks
so as yet—convergence—insisted
on the move
extent
of duress
meant
inwardness
meant hanging
around
in lost &
found
a ghost
in every sound
regretting it seem’d
a run-
away
apocryphal feet
across
the fiery
page
incineration
of hope
and lightnotes
burst
soundings
in the
memoryskull
sickness slides through
language
how far
even
so
in the nous
of unknowing
regretting it seem’d
a runaway
sickness
water transpired
in every
sound
a convergence
meant
descent
sons of darkness
wash’d
up
in memorytide
infinity of everyone
smiling
at stairway’s
end
ah ha
got a hold
on us
to see
what
comes
soon-come
memory
only an instant
got
a hold
on us
lost
in the swell
it was done &
undone
keyless
repetitions
arrived
at
in the descent
often splint’d
throat’d
or
nett’d
nostrilmouth
in the orchestral
roll call
languished
in language