prodigal drift

the new manuscript in process is now called Prodigal Drift rather than Memory Swerve. I am tightening it before moving on. Or actually I tighten it as I move. Clear out the space. Shed some light. Re-shuffle and re-organise and then get lost in the sweet chaos of language. I need both tendencies while writing almost at the same time. I find a lot of pleasure in seeing where a poetic project is moving. Organizing through language.

Here is the latest re-working:

creative
abandon-
ment
orbiting
over
anti-bodies

sworn letter-
less water
mimed
into memories

inwardness
meant
sisphoned
into
awareness
where
mouths
dwell under
light

so as yet—convergence—insisted
on the move
extent
of duress
meant
inwardness
meant hanging
around
in lost &
found

a ghost
in every sound

run-
away
feet
across
the apocryphal
page

incineration
of hope
and lightnotes
burst
in the
memoryskull

sickness slides through
language

in the nous
of unknowing
a runaway
sickness

water transpired
in every
sound
a convergence
washed
up
in memorytide