To sustain the operation and deploy it
With ever-growing intensity
As if to forestall the inevitability of its desuetude
And continually to augment the seamless texture of regulation
Always adding offices and mandates
As the subalterns might proliferate under the podestà
Never subtracting the superfluous the ceremonial or the moribund
With which the citizenry lack the capacity
To monitor much less comply withal
And their impotence
Before this burgeoning and unmasterable register of imperatives
Does not excuse them from payment
In kind health blood treasure and lifespan
Anesthetized it is true by bread circuses and figmentary reality
The privilege of purchase and the consummation of convenience
And they are comforted moreover by the compensatory thought
During intervals relieved of superstitious avarice
That their pain does not originate
From the malefaction of any person
Nor from the wickedness of any
More or less ignorant and therefore fallible neighbor
But only from the state of things
Within the vast but fragmentary abstract machine
The mere apparition of a universe of death

Oh for the confidence of a criminal
Clever to outwit the security system
Patient to efface the foot- and fingerprints
Expert to dispose of the body

The rain had all but subsided
It adopted the posture of decision
Grow my beard down to my chest
Inform the multitude of their infirmity
As if I knew better than they
Or raise another grievance before the council
A ring of wayward pennants
Semaphore back to the finale of seem
Across the blended landscape
And a new chapter wraps aside
A predication effecting a suave unraveling
Of the native construal which nevertheless soft repulse relinquishes
Give me another labyrinthine turn they cry
Another prospect of the Trylon
We shuffle briskly under a break of day
A caesura of indistinct dimension
Narratives of insistent cause
Poems of intense desire
To bring the broadcast to its bending point
A decorum of plenitude
An embarrassment of rises

The disjunction of disjunctiveness and primal unity

The extinction of homo sapiens
Is coming in under budget
Behold the feline fungal or human blueprint
And people impose their own design matrix
Onto the deeply textured material of matter
With their gifts of person number tense voice and mood
Their genius for speculation and apt analogy
Especially upon the organic compounds
As octane acetone Mylar and polystyrene
Ambien to make you sleep alcohol to mess you up
And microparticles with the duration of a planet
Proliferate like a flourishing clan
And oh the phosphates and the nitrates
Algae bloom and sudden boom
Outside a sheared building in Oklahoma City
A firefighter grips in one hand the great work glove
And in the other cradles the dying child

Two dictators console our future
First the bishop with his cadre of inquisitors
Specialists pledged to alleviate the burden of moral judgment
By posting clearly and comprehensively the obligations permissions and prohibitions
And by providing forthrightly the reassurance We watch what you do
With an energy mobilized by reward
And by transcendent punishment above all
So that the scales never fall out of balance

And second the furniture man
Who directs the ledgers of credit and debit of chattel and real property
On an earthly plane from a skillet to a frying pan
The suits and pursuits civil and criminal
Who banishes ambiguity irony and complaint
Of tort and damages punitive and compensatory
Who supervises the paperwork that is the duty of the citizenry
And who signs off with a hearty Finish them

Our prospects have greatly improved with the discovery
That below the layer of turf and the layer of tar
The soil consists of corned beef hash
The jellied pink meat flecked with sage
That situated upon these inexhaustible riches
We need no longer concern ourselves with conservation
With doubt as to illness hunger choice preference or fear
Or doubt as to whither and wherefore

Somebody might express an intention
To bring the ruffians to order
To cause them to lower eyes afire with intensity
Though method for this fool’s errand does not forthcome
Toward tough guys who enjoy reputations for clothing of hide
For compact weapons of filigree
Customs arcane as their elaborate facial adornments
Their fashionably barbaric markings of the skin
Their impossibly advanced tonsorial achievements
Which precede them with the magical exudations of an Oberon
Nay the glamor of a Lucifer
And they claim not without precedent
For theirs is no newfangled efflorescence
To proceed through the world according to their own lights
Assigning to themselves the winners the right to appoint
The obligatory the permissible and the prohibited
Inscribed in their extensive and abstruse code of comportment
Their shibboleths and esoteric gestures
Calculated to mystify the uninitiated
Though never would nor could they proselytize
To stir envy in the hearts of the conventional
For the unimaginable grace of such sophistication
Product of a lifetime of study and discipleship
Unmistakable token of election
Which grants the facility to assuage all awkwardness
Toward their noblesse
And to foster the cult of display
For nothing is so powerful as the image of power
Nothing so rich as the exhibition of wealth

Δεν μπορώ να το κάνω αυτό

Roil
Spoil

Ah my friend you blow my mind
Not a consummation particularly
But nevertheless devoutly to be wished
By me and my self-indulgent generation
Except that my adult life
Has sited a series of disillusionments
As for example the vast swath
Of my generation who do not wish
Their minds to be blown
But instead prefer to hunker down
In the convenient neural pathways
Of immemorial prescription

As for example the duality nature and artifice
All is nature tactfully you suggest
And my mind is blown
And forgive my naïve summary
For I am grateful for your graciousness of thought and word
Or productivity and acedia
Or the imperious dissonance of mind
And a culture of crass acquisitiveness
The hectic race to the bottom
Blind to the irony of an infinity of ignorance
Enlarged somehow by self-deceit
And by the tyrannical deceits of power
And of power that does not bother to conceal its perfidy
And of an instrumentality that leverages illness incapacity weakness and death

And though ignorance is infinite
And understanding elusive of subjects hard as Greek
Complex as quantum mechanics
We gain glimpses sometimes of knowledge
As to remember the glorious facticity of a hand
And appreciate the immeasurable value
Of beauty truth and love

I’m going to do the bad thing he said
Head for filters scab together the not-rough
And nature then forever clambers out of reach

Young love in their masquerades
Fades until finally one guise fuses and there you are
And forever foisting feinting and gay deceit

Forces extract a groan from the abyssal hollow
Swallow particles that collect somewhere the charged surfaces
An imaginary organism in the byways of spacetime

This consciousness that separates
Berates the soggy of course enterprises
Ravelling the red-thread demographies

The czar pursued in scrambling climb the rebels
Leveled-up in the capital’s subterra
A sunless shape an amorphous modality

Compelled to carry out the luxe revision
Reversion playful and sad to the fretful stacks
Borrowings and actions muted and serviceable
He said he would all the sharpened pyramids

Free your hand
That holds five screws while twisting in the first
The eye that expects the looming hazards
As sequence density momentum fortitude simultaneity responsiveness duration elasticity and fit
Directioning of them at the cost of running an operation
Around the circles that resume in a trickster’s repertoire
Or a rigid festival as hard as Greek itself
A dance as reckless as an impassioned infantry
Where did those rhinos come from
Who knew there would be chrysanthemums
Drawn out into the flasks of aromatic substance
Decorated with cherubs and peacocks
Gnomes and parasols
Birds of song and birds of prey
A war car from which the god leaps to attack or defend
Watch the intersection for the roll calls
The shakers and the retorts the cylinders and the armatures
The bubbling aerators
The phantasmagorical prohibitions
The bread crumbs carefully arrayed
Ransom the proverbial poor player
While a dog bays for the leftovers
Of the cheap suit the needless anxiety
A ragged participle hovering on the brake
But that was just talk just idle nattering
Nestling in the plump refractory twilight
When did the benighted ever secure a cockerel
That would sound the tocsin of an embryonic chord
Play the hand you’re dealt or the frigid break room
New sources of energy or wealth
Why do it twice or do it right the first time
Pay for an expressive goad a triple bypass
Ruin an appliance if you must
Give attention gratis to the gathering clouds
That might portend another languorous loss
Coincident with a brisk sleight of hand
Or sometimes elusive surreptitious obscure and underhanded
I wish I could catalog simplicities
Decorative shrubbery child’s play a worker’s meal at scorching midday
We nominate our humilities which pass in dumb show
Like the silhouettes of ancestral victims
Whose frantic whispers in the hours before sunrise
Careen through hallways clad in mirrors
Long accustomed to the routines of futility
They wanted for years to purse the luminous dial’s gleaming
They worried they wanted to name the numerous features
Name the restless regard
The burden grasped
The fist relaxed

I think I saw it shit out the butter
That gave the frolicsome insect its name

The troubling dualities insisted no doubt ultimately
By the ineluctable episteme of subject and predicate
As of ultimate and proximate
Self and other
Pompous and modest
Spontaneous and calculated
Tranquil and angry
And the spectrum states such as mature and immature

Or just the rowdy chaos of a number of things
As the many voices that clash and jingle in the mind
The ill-configured effects of perception
And is life therefore entirely a technical process
It involves technical processes
As mowing the lawn scooping soup into bowls
Showing up every day for another round of intolerable drudgery

But these of course are 1st world problems
That is to say middle class
And thus there must be some triune precariousness
As transparent translucent and opaque
Or as a three-wheeled motorcycle is said to be less stable
Than the conventional bike that requires speed to remain upright
And is life therefore the technical process of establishing stability

The binary opposite of life is either death or lifelessness
And regrettably there seem to be degrees
And what is our metric of determination
And is there any reason to expect some non-dual ground of being
And how to tolerate life above ground
In the glare of blank misgiving
The roiling darkness of despair

A big zebra swallowtail
To my eye perfect and easily within reach
Leisurely browses the still-profuse flowers
On an August day cooler that the one before
I could grab it and carry it away with me

Raining in late afternoon as it does
Like clockwork in south Florida
Upon the boulevard flanked with planted palm
The ancient railroad that runs alongside
The nearly as-ancient federal highway
Boon and danger for racoons armadillos and airborne raptors
That scan and patrol beside the canal

But here is no tropical clime
Though the environs are lush with life
The drought only a memory
Succeeded by gusty winds flash floods and lightning
That buzzed a neighbor tarrying on the patio
And here too the interstate the golf courses the big box stores
To drive by force and fraud nature into obedience

Is it possible to compose the dirge of renunciation
To forswear cleverness and adopt
The brutality the mere aegis of fact
And how deeply must our askesis plummet
To the word the syllable the phonetic twilight
The wolflike Assyrian rode a horse
Unmentioned in the text until the cold foam of death
The moon that the cow jumped over
Was in reality some stolid distance away
And is there no reality in a hundred
Golden Books and what of the images
In the minds of the children who heard those gingery lyrics sung
And what of the feelings unabashedly evoked
By a buoyant diphthong a digraph a melody
Played sweetly or sourly in tune or out

Thou beloved art like a faery chant
That beguiles the wide-eyed child
To forsake the nursery tread into the unkempt undergrowth
And name Adamlike the kingdoms and duchies
Of the creatures frisky lacy fierce slender gooey slithery or straight
The quick brown fox
The willow abandoned to tears
The nymphs and larvae
The molds and fungi
The predators parasites and prey
The animals that suckle
The animals that fend for themselves
The watery moon clothed in variability
The untempered sun naked in terrible majesty

We are to understand the mythicality
Of consistency’s hobgoblin
But the qualifier foolish would appear essential
And how does one widely distinguish
Which smooth aggregates might be the stupid ones
A splendid waterfall that appears in spring
The retrograde of Venus
A languorous nude ensconced in a profusion of flowers
Domina Harlequin hully-gullying with Freddie the Freeloader
To leave the onlookers feeling buzzed and complacent
The one wren to rule them all
In a world in which humanoid beings
Possess innate powers unknown to mortal men
As the ability by virtue of certain organelles
To stay on target stay on target
And airliners are furnished with sword holders
Those other meteoric appurtenances
As the violent the transgressive the erotic
To an abrupt work ethic askesis
To renounce punctuation orthogrphy or self-regard
Commitment to stultifying routines
Precisely to jettison at length and with unbearable irony the 9-to-5
Semi-consensual capitulation to tautology
And Gradgrind wanted Facts-cts-cts-cts deracinated denatured
Detached from buddy-buddy integument
But an endurant cohort has emerged
Well accustomed from role-playing
Big small fuzzy bear fat frog
Or influencing or being influenced
Cooperating with the nature-like excrescences
Image soundtrack and fillable form
Hair product or cosmetic oral fixation
Tinkering with the hereditary car
As once qualified for legitimate résumé enhancement
But not all Baby Boomers loved peace and love
Real estate seminarians and the Amateur Aviation Cadets
The cadre militant of the casual diffident
How do these adumbrations differ
From the luthier’s diminutive purfling chisel
The long and grinding rotor that snakes the pipe
The horticultural emendations at the country club
Not a day goes when the emptor
Is not called upon to observe the caveat
To drink the acrid wine of disillusionment
To endorse the refusal of ambiguity
To parrot a parody
But they knew the job was dangerous when they took it
For the peril is part of the charm
And the sun rises on all alike
To strive to seek to find and Not-t-t-t to yield
And it is the privilege of privilege to relish a challenge
Red flags white flags flags of retraction and dispersal
Flags of couple color as a brinded cow
Demonic commination or emollient settlement
Choose a side or a side will choose you
Or not
Maybe that’s what votive lassitude means
Earth has not any Thing-ng-ng-ng to show more fair
Except in the fields in the mountains the oceans the forests the starry sky
Seasons of mist and seasons of conflagration
Loving together suffering together
In the holy communion of family and friends
In weddings funerals contentious Thanksgivings
In our wishes our fears our lusts our joys our angry outbursts

She deploys the regimes of daily light
The ablutions contact lenses shoes on the kid
Snarky putz Buck Mulligan made it a joke
But you don’t have to be a naysayer to register the superfluity
When you install distraction and call it forget fullness
Adopt oblivion like the calls of a life coach
Take up the position of the broken butterfly
Who flutters by as if to say what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you

But once you start down that path you’re locked in
For you must insist upon insensibility not only to your own pain
But also to that of everybody else
Because contrary to popular nihilistic belief
It hurts when you see somebody suffer
So as quickly as you can
Before they twist the wheel another notch
Cry pineapple pineapple pineapple

A big tiger swallowtail its right wing mutilated
As if a bite had taken away the teardrop process
That gives the bug its name and plenty more
And yet it moved across the flowers with apparent unconcern
As if what you don’t know can’t hurt you

Is this butterfly less beautiful than its kin
Will it be less successful at attracting a mate
Still it pursues its useful business
But does calamity trouble in silence its airborne memory
Even an insect avoids threat and thus expresses its will to life

And thus the dread terror for a child
Born insensible to pain
And do people on the ground know their damages
And therefore adopt the futile routines of endless healing
Or deny them with phantom compensation

In the acolyte of medias res
All is toujours a comfortable même chose
Punctuated by occasional shudders
Rarely of recognition most often of surprise

It took centuries to make Copernicus cozy
And the scopes and the ships accustomed the bourgeoisie
To things just out of sight animalcules and satellites and tempting wealth
Until we felt at home in the arms of the Milky Way

And now the multiverse is never enough
Hemming us in with the edge
Of our local singularity
A glass cage of emotion

And we break the surly bonds with crummy rocket science
And leap about on crummy moon crummy Mars
And create ever more impressive telephones
And wonder why blurred-out mothers die of thirst

Must ontogeny recapitulate phylogeny
Here is no sonnet no trepanation
Until a short strand of DNA with lipoprotein sheath
Or loads of good old carbon 12 do us in

I’m on the upswing after a week in the dumps
A couple of cups of coffee though I’m trying to cut back
At least it’s not the 70s
With their stimulants and depressives galore
So I’m not consumed with grief for your departure
Which was quite a while back anyway
But maybe a little manic with the memory
That you poked up through the leaf litter
Those several rainy autumns ago

I wouldn’t mind a little toke of weed just now
Though forbidden by doctors family members
And my own censorious superself
To feel again the timefree drift
The mild spice of paranoia
So suitable for long improvisational jams on summers’ eves
The musty taste of arid lands
The fumy touch that scrapes against the throat
Girls ungirded in granny dresses
And borrow again the wayward boon of silliness

But here in this puritan land
You must work to display your electedness
Which means the requirement to own
A load of consumer products
Calculated to allay and compound labor save time
And create entertainment value
But also you must succeed in productivity
Lest you merit the fatal note needs improvement
And all your family and friends stressed to death
By attainment expectation and the commandment
Of a happy face

That’s enough
I will not reach your presence on curls of rasta smoke
And no effort of mine will carry out your return
But still I see though you are gone
The place beneath that magnolia tree
That drops its heavy leaves the year around
That accumulate in dark ungainly strata wet and unappealing
Beneath the sound of wind chimes and silvery metronomes
Where your tender fingers small and bluey green
Drove themselves through the weight above
And in the shadow of the tree shined uncannily
I saw them for a day or two and took a photograph

You rose from darkness into fleeting light
From where life thrives in density undreamed of
The visible and the microscopic
The detritivores your sister molds and the plants
That carry life and food in virtuous cycle
Thou wast not born for death immortal organism
Though we might say that death was born for thee
I witnessed your efflorescence through two sunsets
And neither before nor since

And Whitman was too modest for he contains
Not multitudes but infinities
And thus one cannot claim a greater largeness
For as you brief flower sprang from the spores
And gave them back
So we together bore our birthing in the stars
We do not sleep much less forget you and I
But with the brilliant stain of memory fly
And add our sighing note
To the one imperishable great song

The past the serial songsing and suddenly
The neutrino cloudburst that replenishes
The blasted heath with its geezer
Sedate under starry welkin
For pastoral Chloris and her beau
That refocuses without clemency or pause
The annoying claw absences mostly
Deflations and skurs in what you would expect
Redox reactions that never look back
Predictions and topographical broadsides
The great wheel that opens the ceiling
To the lethal and lifegiving lightning promethean apparatus
That drags at length its slow length along
A road where potholes are repaired and later repaired again
But still the trickling rivulet scampers along
With its purling innuendos
Adverbs and punctuation straight out of commas
Though no tears hung and certainly none fell
The keynote speaker haltingly waxed all non-fiction prosy
And shared her struggle with the celebrated 12-step program
With a family member she suspected of neurodivergence
With the attention paid to idiom at the expense of genre
And darkly with an incarceration that she strongly hinted
Had been a miscarriage
My struggle has been immense she noted keywise
You can’t erase the blooming conventional wisdom
The reckless punditry the scar
School supplies and candy faced with fentanyl
And how many have enlisted in this influential mission
Well you probably can but probably shouldn’t
And don’t claim you don’t know any better
You’ve read the news today O boy
As promulgated in the obsequious jugs and jars
In the barbershop and the church in the wildwood
And God help us all
Do you feel lucky punk
In the pulsating blue wave
Seen for the first time in a unique aerial view
The herky-jerky plather blue jeans and table cloths
Of the top 40 the bottom 40 and the medium 102
And the big new rebooted Utilitarian Monster with bold new aggressive styling
Represents an historic milestone in rugged non sequitur
Frozen TV dinners for cats and dogs
Because nobody dresses up or sends postcards any more
That’s not how I was raised screamed the legislator
You never were raised counterscreamed the kid behind the counter
Apparelled in the jerkin of a squire
The youth can’t pay attention for 30 seconds running
But they do get in some good zingers
And then there’s the cadre of sentimental fools
Who can’t or won’t let go the garlands
Of colony class and church
The harlot with a heart of gold
The melancholy Dane
The resourceful castaway
The children who escape with derring-do
The suicide adultress
The poor but honest plowboy later to become a hero in the war
As visible in our unique aerial perspective
A six-year old appearing at Walmart in his tee-ball uniform and spikes
The portrait bluing with age of a bespectacled girl
Studious in saddle oxfords and plaid skirt
Next to that of a handsome sweatered couple and their labradoodle
Proficient in the outdoorsy shibboleth
And here is fruit and bread and seven kinds of cheese
And a toddler who builds a metropolis of Duplos
And an old woman stumped at how to dispose of a lifetime of books
And a child working her fingers around the neck of a guitar
And a guy in his 40s trying to rebuild
After a decade and a half in the sales force
And a high school kid soon to graduate
Fussing over the documentation
Worried that the extra-currics might not suffice
Not quite sure how to annotate some of the categories
And the autobiographical narrative fuggetabout
Vaguely familiar with hideous ruin and combustion
And what of the naked mole rats
Who can’t get no satisfaction
Their penile form and subterranean habit
Spending their darkling lives down there
Seeking out the lush labia by their aroma
Among the roots and rhizomes and geological paraphernalia
We need more data you can hear them cry
Ask your doctor if it’s right for you
From your unique aerial vantage
And when you finally clamp down on terra firma
Do us all a big favor
Amble down beside the limpid pool and all its sweets
Where Laura lingered
Whisper to the maid amid her lambs
That the world has changed
That the earth has undergone
A revolution

Somehow the luxurious summer’s green
Conceals the red and gold that will emerge
Only as the days grow shorter and the green subsides
And night expresses its essential dominion

Is death beautiful
Is the world all things considered good
The red and gold are death’s harbingers death’s fools
The gray of death a neutral party albeit a powerful one

The emptiness that lets me fill the cup
The emptiness that lets me see a thousand trees
Overfull of a green oneness
The emptiness that lets me turn the page

And yet this world composed mostly of blank emptiness
Contains enough of force enough of will
To cause the leaves to flutter and twist
When they fall unresistingly to earth

Maturation is such an ongoing process
It beggars awareness
A particular tomato took forever to ripen
Which is this context means over a month

And when it did come into the roseate fullness of itself
It rose overfull in the rain and the heat
And divided in striae the easy confines
Of the peel encapsulating the gelatinous interior

The ambiguity of passage and closure
In the temperate zones of daily life
Which characterize the fragments of nature
The fissures into which to gain admittance

The tug of animism
Especially in relation to our devices
So biomorphic in their fecundity
So anthropomorphic in their responsiveness

More responsive than some people we know
Who though encapsulated for reasons of survival
In the rutted root of their neural pathways
Can but only sometimes do split open the rind of habit

And thus wontedly react to the world
As a congeries of fracturing or integrating forces
And not as the comely vessel
About to burst wide and yield its treasures