[UNPORTRAIT]
Can I hang somewhere[up here] this empty picture frame
Without making it seem a [little] composite[little limit]
[Without making it seem a lame metaphor / For ]
Of some [an actual] random life, a painted emblem
Of human significance[existence]: can I mount/fit/place it[can it be put]
[Of human insignificance, horror // Blank enough to be real: ]
Without making it seem a [little] composite[little limit]
[Without making it seem a lame metaphor / For ]
Of some [an actual] random life, a painted emblem
Of human significance[existence]: can I mount/fit/place it[can it be put]
[Of human insignificance, horror // Blank enough to be real: ]
So it may never notice the wall across
From where its sappy doting twin appears/leers
Removed from the space my lacquered eyes
[/Like eyes [removed/recalled/unveiled from the human carcus/abyss/] unveiled aslant of that blindness
Concealed through all my vacant vapid/vulgar years.
/Concealed by all my [vacant vulgar/] sheer transparent tears.
[/Like eyes [removed/recalled/unveiled from the human carcus/abyss/] unveiled aslant of that blindness
Concealed through all my vacant vapid/vulgar years.
/Concealed by all my [vacant vulgar/] sheer transparent tears.
What I have nailed here on these four surrounds
That ground me gone shows perhaps/reveals/repast/aghast the crass bareness/zero blank/horror/reveals the [moments/arrears]
[/Missing from what the [future, the blank [contingencies] provides
[Interstices/Entities with room for more.]
[/That ground me gone shows perhaps the bareness blank
That always attended/appeared on my rounds/to shroud my rounds
On days when arriving fresh from the/On days when they released me from the scolding/enzyme/genome tank]—
That ground me gone shows perhaps/reveals/repast/aghast the crass bareness/zero blank/horror/reveals the [moments/arrears]
[/Missing from what the [future, the blank [contingencies] provides
[Interstices/Entities with room for more.]
[/That ground me gone shows perhaps the bareness blank
That always attended/appeared on my rounds/to shroud my rounds
On days when arriving fresh from the/On days when they released me from the scolding/enzyme/genome tank]—
The wires that hold my hokums up are [always] frayed
And their rectangly wood [stays] warped by sunlight
Nor could these aspects survive in any shade
[My shadow/vagueness has cast upon them as I gain sight
And their rectangly wood [stays] warped by sunlight
Nor could these aspects survive in any shade
[My shadow/vagueness has cast upon them as I gain sight
There in their nondepths that [imposed space/void/] stultifying space
Whose distance [felt/fled itself paranoid/] was condemned to con/limn my face
[Without the desire/horror to ever have to see
Their/Its misplaced similarity to me.]
//
/ part [segment] //to keep it focused on its
misplacing /me always with its similitude encased /
in such non-intent, its bare nothing /in such rare blankness, bare nothing / I fail to focus on due to my misplaced / desire to see my face there: ] /to see it hung on the wall encased // in its non-intent, with nothing on]
//So it will never note the wall / Opposite, where its twin appears / Removed from the space my [?] / Holds reserved for it, which I have / Kept secret as these vacant years[: ]
in such non-intent, its bare nothing /in such rare blankness, bare nothing / I fail to focus on due to my misplaced / desire to see my face there: ] /to see it hung on the wall encased // in its non-intent, with nothing on]
//So it will never note the wall / Opposite, where its twin appears / Removed from the space my [?] / Holds reserved for it, which I have / Kept secret as these vacant years[: ]
/
[The room's performance echoes from / Pane to page and
back again, increasing []
]
[Perched there higher than any shelf / It
must portray only itself and not / The nothing I have become or else,
/[/Can I make it not see the one thing]
/
POEM
To give this offensive death a gesture beyond
its candle-paint, a mist, dawn where night
enough is calm in the midst of vanishing,
being replaced by necessity, time that impaled
incognito your surf-lingering thoughts: or
shallow as snorkel knighthoods, a steady
decay of flesh as cover for, a shirtsense
existence. You outlast all year-end prospects
which eventually beach all that follows us,
a bundle of abbreviations that suddenly
replace the thankyou-writhed witnesses, intrusive
plumage that still invades my evasions—
peach-red kerchiefs tied to my tusks attest
your presence, the resonance your profile
worth. How could it have happened when
I am the same, how could this death have
the faintest taste of ripeness, the harvest
shuddering through heads of others: avid
they speak with a voice whose sighs slope
us toward homage, unique solo conclusive
impending voice that ensures descent, yet
the imminent nexus of this crush is a fizz
lesson leading us home, home always signals
its horizon to close-up, zoom-profile slashed
by blood, by innocence putative limbs substituting
your testifying prudent myth, whose words
always counter my indifference. Days to
love you, years to regret—the last teardrops
facile, leaky faucet concepts fucked continually,
instant island insert, an island discovered
to be without inhabitants is where nature
gathers its examples of us, more paradigms
a slope flowers towards, each foothold
another face, the rockface impervious to solo—
the privacy of the commonplace valued as
omission, found only as the opaque hornclock
levels its gaze lensward: techniques that sever
every sentence from firsthand endeavors,
each unique niche of it forever featured, no,
concealed by empty perspective bleeding true.
///
POEM
To give this offensive death a gesture beyond
its candle-paint, a mist, dawn where night
enough is calm in the midst of vanishing,
being replaced by necessity, time that impaled
incognito your surf-lingering thoughts: or
shallow as snorkel knighthoods, a steady
decay of flesh as cover for, a shirtsense
existence. You outlast all year-end prospects
which eventually beach all that follows us,
a bundle of abbreviations that suddenly
replace the thankyou-writhed witnesses, intrusive
plumage that still invades my evasions—
peach-red kerchiefs tied to my tusks attest
your presence, the resonance your profile
worth. How could it have happened when
I am the same, how could this death have
the faintest taste of ripeness, the harvest
shuddering through heads of others: avid
they speak with a voice whose sighs slope
us toward homage, unique solo conclusive
impending voice that ensures descent, yet
the imminent nexus of this crush is a fizz
lesson leading us home, home always signals
its horizon to close-up, zoom-profile slashed
by blood, by innocence putative limbs substituting
your testifying prudent myth, whose words
always counter my indifference. Days to
love you, years to regret—the last teardrops
facile, leaky faucet concepts fucked continually,
instant island insert, an island discovered
to be without inhabitants is where nature
gathers its examples of us, more paradigms
a slope flowers towards, each foothold
another face, the rockface impervious to solo—
the privacy of the commonplace valued as
omission, found only as the opaque hornclock
levels its gaze lensward: techniques that sever
every sentence from firsthand endeavors,
each unique niche of it forever featured, no,
concealed by empty perspective bleeding true.
///
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