Carol Mirakove
from WALL
roughometergentle pending [you] angel lady
stocking officials in their separate
test tubes
cross-tied my legs to maintain
mediocrity straight-pressed by priest-tongues
they plow perfect yield signs
still her [slash] blessed paradigm
strip her of tumbleweed she
doesn't want to lay a lovely
groan / scratch in the unifyingroundness
lead-
based presents in the killing jar
lustless and won’t ing
turbo towards the center line
& ejaculates wiping the music
score making the worldsafe
etched in the refrained /
masturbation un
paralleled in
prodigy who is
mani fested
& heaving in targetlessleanings
red-letter the lounger
getting off the draft
table
gridded by exceedingly pretty
traffic &
salvage her
from becoming the common
ass by stanzas in
voice-overs hurdled & pleading
for a comma store & a sale on rest
or macrame at least
in the form of a shawl
with no shame attached
I am lazy and good
at crocheting the again
of nothing to do
but think about lovewars
& pronouns
in their felt-linedredundancy
presents
man down the block breaks down
scared that man
stayed inside the radio
scared thatplastic
and everything else
scared
that the time to be scared is past
and everything else including thatred
illuminating living rooms volumesthick a throat clutter
tends to comfortexcept when too
close or uncontrolled
then go around the block and
wait for a big gapthe city
telling me
there’s more than one body heretelling me to flesh it out
and that the imperative is passeas if a mouth could do anything but
windscreen
the violence of speech
and everything else
springing dreams of
self as silly
putty
over a mattress
and everything else in betweencardboard
ties jacket up the
man’s back
little bowstautribbons
barrette
for the TV mantis
placing her neck on the guillotine
shudder the sidebones and
rest
thumbing
fuck you I pray
for a big soundtrack
roundspecs
I buy into all this
suede & shifty cameras
schoolkids hoop the gap
dully hop the tar & not-tar
hugging the drapes
that could be a sound barrier
kicking
on purpose
bricklayer
lay me synthetic
sick and reactive
makes two tautological
authors more profound
or just as false--
animals a perfect
disposable
brute fact
of contingency
burns them away like
slag
spit hips and
the primary obvious
as sloppy apparatus