Thomas Lowe Taylor -- HUEGOS REVOLTOS

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Sudden languor the cool air fills the rest along your sudden waves collapsing sentences are here: the air enough resembles what it is to be the same connective ide to ide, the roomier calms are showers clear and strong the other days have chalk along the sides where move the weightier climes, his eases wrapt or left to the forearm sliding across the page. You kept to yourself too long; he clears the wages from their accustomed slots, greased ovens betide her frozen warps at singular distances recalled, the day you left for some strange place without goodbyes, the place that is the place.

Is kept aside: again you clamber forward climbs the issue kept aside again against the tides upward bound to slice apart. Your own airs have moods inside, or salient features are cooler still without definition imprecise wallows of eastern fringes as something blank filled in from outside, perhaps even by the slim tactic of looking up a line or two but never down, the Acrophobic Avenue is forged ahead of where you are; the other friends, alert shadows have kept them up so far along what becomes a name of easier things, an association is both a bunch of guys who write the same songs as well as a place to jump off from.

This has been going on for some time, you know.


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A fugitive, perhaps, another air or languor. Smoothing in the days you called your own particular time, in no particular place, with nothing much to do, called it out or outer, or just another day, the anthem they call across the canyons, leaping The waves waving here and there against the head-spinning tides, blowing the inside of your head apart into light reflections spinning around the room with no-one to share with is now a thing of the past, your old networks diminished, responses tingling further apart than even you'd imagine; the crosses borne up against the tides, kept just about this far apart and then another hungering boat cast up against the shore, his own errors left aquiver in the chill from which there is no retreat but the light broken up into fragments on the ceiling and on the walls, chicken-scratched and fallow, where green and yellow call the thing sincere or opposite. A more intelligent man would see this through an eternity or an entirety, whichever comes first.

"Haggis Revoltos" is perhaps a side dish, or else a part of speech, a splinter group, or a syndrome, or something under discussion. You recall no wasted space on the edges of the notebook, even the discus was heaved up just a little too far to be taken seriously; no, you certainly wouldn't want to do that, now, or never, howling sings the same as going too far from the headier distances.

Even my own heart skips a beat; once in awhile there is no more rain to call your own. Distances are made somehow cooler and more angular, mental substances which are moved to and from their places of definition, not even moved very far from the shadows; you left the coolers roughed out and claimed, for something less than perfect is clearly the way to go, dotted lines parch the landscape's fuller arrows and contradict the more or less imprecise spin of the ball collaging off the top of the racket-wheel turned, and a rather noisy elbow dug into your side has these lessons to permute the loaners wrapped-out. It is too far off the line to remember anything at all: clearly the day you met them here or there, singular, too full, un-remembered and un-repentant, but somehow cooler in white than tan; and what you do with the angular distances recalls nothing to no-one.

In the sharper times you left them standing in the hallways never looking back for nothing, to look back on the little guy in a field of cows barking across the stony fences, through the underbrush with no-one around. Along the way, you called them farmers, lurking at the edges of the fields where there might have been a name or two to leave you in the air, alone, along, among and swept out, the airs about the time you called me out into the associational rooms, the air of which--the smell--recalled you. Forward sentences are cast, this term the rest of which you are already gone along.