Thomas Lowe Taylor -- HOMAGES Book VI

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Looped, strung, spring & tool, you
might remove this clot of terms.

name, air of these signs, decorous
and pool the day, hear no words,

then, and lie asleep & done. Foam.
Loop arise this turn return, eye

of & charged-in, filled in and
roomed; a picture, cleaned, claimed.

Yellow has the day, air of: climb.
push to gain, or clear the sheds to

loom arrive spun at thirst & claw,
or spilled out, filled over ascribe,

to reef the clean pairs, skipped
at foam & term, the girl reefs.

She sleeps again, up there, snowed
out, her hands willing, perhaps,

and greased up, recalled by duty
and death, perhaps, awaited,

to clear these rhymes & picture acts
as verbs named by choice, the Rope

will beat you off or down, and
in, then, where we wrestle out.

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Chanced, rolled & taken out
to lunch and split across,

bread and butter & butter-in
the line & said, spoke, or

how it works, then, on your
knees and greased, cleaned,

to force or lead: You might
regain your favor & hear

a voice permit, to lead or
rope this road away to

score & term, oozed removed.
Well, we slide through a

term of knowing, words are
thrown about. I'll get you

down, I said, and rise to
sing these signs. Loafed,

noodle to air and reamed
at the heart's turn & split,

there, opened aswim stirs
to fold it back, covered, a

room a light another, &
light's game is also love.

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Loop along this room returns to
see asleep begun then sprung

to life & seen again the same
way said or spoke, anew or

moved then, term & song, to
reef and climb these airs

as flight the spin of, song
of life's beginning, the same

way said, then, behold or ship
the moon is new, too, and full,

now, at the edge of time's pool,
reamed in to acts & messages

of green scores: Song or term
this moon belongs again to

some specific openings of light,
seeded into life, or cooled on

to these colors of speech, clue,
mark, spool of roofed play.

nets & skins, the words of love,
and your own holes, opened

by some single sun, outburst of
life's name, love's angle, in.

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Loop & spin & in the clarity of
acts, another sign regains, &

turned out, alone, then, where the
pieces fell-to & slipped, they are

These presences of time's light, hand
along the way and in upon her

names, among some dreams and
sent, begun to spur & sharp the

edge: Scooped, benign, formal &
resigned, score deep & fallow, a

roof designed or split, love's touch
sinks, we are made to fly, then,

a designation of mood & shape,
I'll open you, looped, to foal

some rhyme, nor obstinate and
new cravings, inhabit the air

so slide a tune or time, there,
and wait await some loss

Is nothing new, the simplicity of
the age is partial, both bowls

broken, you might return & stay,
love's willing heart, cleansed.

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Termed new, her face might be
long or wide, stalked, rolled over.

and slung sadly, side to sun, a
song or pool, there, sung to

some random generals, pooled out
from single forms begun astir.

Slip awake & do. Your head is
also full, knocked-out and met,

the eyes are, and pooled up, or
spun. Another room and careful.

but fold out and see, song &
sign, at ease to play it through,

song, line, ear the day, loop
to curl, love's angular dens

-ity, at air & wedge to heart,
love's rush & shore, but

hold, a day away & climbed
out or line, a cool foam

persists and fills her body,
floats the time to sending.

You are, I see, and open
to some hearing, word-word.

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Term of, life of, full & trim,
or pooled toward light, from

some point at center & song,
to rise arise as food this eye

of seen things resounded outer
from some distance at the verge,

toward life's new friend, or name,
uttered at this darkness to

loom arrive and stay the same
and moods are made alive by

strength. Powered-out to sea-
set & rock-pound, leaf &

tune, the air holds throughout
revolved, vocabulary& time,

roped, at, force & term, the way
obtrudes, becomes, pulse & term,

the uneven vision of these roofs.
you are, this new becoming of

roots & peals. Grown out at last
to some lasting in of air

& time, return, these loops
resolve & close, again, stop.


226

Give, then, these energies their
play at hand, to send them

on their way, you would tell
her, then, what to do and

when, these ways unite us at
our glands, to permit some

seeing, trance & dance, that we
are also new and termed

to pleasure's knowing, and out
of darkness moved to hold

this time between her eyes
a spot, and driven down,

then, terminal of hot senses
rised throughout to spend

yr time & hold away these
rooms of doubt : time's own

lungs are stretched to green
distances, her hands are

also wet & colored by the
way : fold, fresh, an open

door, and wide, legs apart
and handy, shown, blown aside.

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Remind of pleasure, passage to due
occasion of respect, the sight, bent

from loose belongs as peeled warps
to wedge in and hang the rest,

or fools are easy duties and the
way of pleasure toucht, self to

self, her charges laid behind, on
her knees before you, seen

like a penetrated pear and
roofed around by yelling, at

these simple domains of words
cast into the queen's own

body, she might return into
the ropes we have tied for

her belonging, kinked to tough
resolutions, a contract of

fantasies made from this elec
-tricity of the body's heart

and song, or pushed & strung,
out and outer, but inside, a

tube is seeded, light to light,
the earth, foaled, charged, now.

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And turns returns this air
of red and yellow traveled

horse and rider, at your feet
this mood pretends the rose

is pieced and strewn between
her eyes, a spot and term

of begun days outshorn by
some review of airs and

tempos throughout between along
the day is also termed away

ahold, again. Below among
& shorn up, bestrid, swarm

of nouns these powers from
without are also new re-

gained again throughout besides
and heaved around, then,

at these airs stung to name
or moved, and alone, of course,

along, the way and met, a
course is made, then set, to

hold her blue distances away
and termed, thought, also, to.

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Another call does not arrive the dream
into settling forth, but claims this

business of doubt & time, where only
these cycles permit vision & review

into their calm patterns. Milk this
stem; crawl woodenly through-

out these airs removed & term a
line throughout, hair and tone, a

greased slot to spur & turn, in-
side out the side way to begin,

or cool your palms to rub this
pole & drink my sap. Opened,

your ear subsides to heat and
foam, the stalk of corn is

ready, and our new ceremonies
of the body are dreamed

out to say, now, and come
fast, bounce your legs a

parting of your lips to fold
them back handily and slip

it in, wooden and strong, a
light seed, your fresh tubes.

230

Seen, slipped along your groove
a light touch surprised, then driven

in behind, atimes, recall: come, then,
between your sighs, into this

light, and hold the time away, a
simple term, that these styles of

release are storage : another power
fills the pools and claims the bed.

or are you that simple? Named
as far away these routines are

practiced, display and form, my
face between your legs. Loop.

Plant me in, and write another
letter, carry your own horn deep,

and give my eye your pleasure,
but name this voice either, me

or you, it makes no difference, to
play this loom without hair, shorn,

your cheeks are simpler than
you think, opened by some friend,

rodded out, peeled back. A mask
subsides to making, and made, worn.

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We mark this term throughout,
the same, and how we see

each other, eye to eye, and now
begun to speak, yr story has

a kernel in it already, I would
lay it in your body, this spear

of long urgencies has some heat
formed along the terms are

full to speak, the firm is opened
into your body to heare some

telling out to out, and then
peal a day to speak, you

and you, my own heat
has these marks removed, &

any honest setting forth is
in this being clear about the

term, spoke to spoke, and painted.
But leave aloof to claim the

day our own, & skip the way
to some begetting, child &

child, cool, your day is, &
set, up to see, thrust, swirled.

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And clear, too, in what is new
to be the same, and familiar,

thrust through claim & term, you
are, then, another eye, & seen,

but, friend, inhabit me, name to
name and pass on in to say

there is no scene, but bounded, heart
at edge & swimming, throughout,

and protected, or signed, then, at
the verge, stair, pool, into some

heat decides to play on your lines
fold at fold, and then yields

to meeting; rather than plunging
into someone, the specific person

might be seen, for uses claimed
certainly, and number one, clear,

through into seeming, or permit
to clear celebrations, and on

my time along-along-among and
eagle, the same, masked and

herded, where the lake lives, or
at the edge, it was you, and is.

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We are opened, then, ahead behind,
or turned, salamander, head

and tail between her eyes, a
spot to tongue, if that's the

way, or held below the sea, some
sweeping back of arms, tressed.

yr voice would be quiet and me
my own, to pass this line and

turn the same way out, along
the line and met, your own

people, but slipped, a pear, wedge
and line, and then yielded,

perhaps, to stay the same
again, and slow slow, take

her easy, to give these cool
eyes some songs & sails and

lead them deeply into deepness
at the pool's term & turn

again, and then marked, the
desert, or secret, you might

be that, and opened, flapped
back, your lips, come on in.

234

Plane : flown, and throughout, to
spear limb to fork, and in

-side some grown forms, along
to speak, then at set and stir, I

hung a door, to sleep inside these
energies, then, and pool the air.

hear then how we make these airs
renew to fold aside the moon

is also termed to flow along &
term the map, mode, poem at

line & word, the flaps & pillows
drawn aside as fleshed &

marked : mountain & moon, you
are still still, and bounced at

these rooms your eyes are new
to watch my heart, or trust

a few to be themselves, motive,
your loops are charged out

and strung toward their own
parts. Blue bodies fathomed

toward steam, roped, spread
aside, opened. Body. Spear.

235

I imagine, then, the pleasures of
her return, rubbed myself into

her mouth, or gave it play at
evening. The old car leans on in

his driveway : loop to turn a term
is made and set. These ropes

of sense, and seen inside your
time, a place to seem to be the

same way sending, vibrating, tubed
a fleshy transmission in the

air, and scientific, out thrown
sperm of pleasure's air, a

pool of light begins the heart's
way of sending, and roofed, at

rain and song betimes this new
unhesitating thrust, claim to claim,

and you are, of course, imagining
the same, and, mountain flower,

Canada goose, television becomes
itself in gray residues of light,

but love's name is thorough, and
energy grows these seeds of life.

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Time's term, aloft, pinned-out,
the wild bird flies, smaller

yet, & lower down, a man
digs in, contrary, flaps &

soars, a name, her eye tossed,
wave eye tosst, loop elapse,

her face masked by pleasure's
vacancy & perpetual re

-lease of tension, or urgency,
"present time" you called

it, or me, or us. And termed
along, and spoke, tempo of

utterance. Regard. The pool &
clime, bricks from Mexico, or

set-set, one against the other,
arched, I'd rather bow you

to, and pull my arrow in upon
in there is the flash of

light's bright beginning, set &
set, these : I saw yr face

there, lighted from within, and
made this charge resound upward.

237

Termed to loop, again, the land
landed, corn to your eye, and

bread, insertion and maze, told:
foreplay of the heart's mind, in

some multiplied relations, where
there is no confusion with the one,

or loop regained, rewind to spool a
thorn, you pick them up and

shuffle, foot to foot, she gave me
the chicken-foot & I told my name

story. But, squat, you might abide
in pleasure, if that is who you are,

and in these imaginings are there
overt acts, moved to prose, even,

on a day like this, or mixed, the
lines and times. Spurt these juices

daily, twice, and drink me, seed
yr tubes with light and

get your finer in, ringed, a
solitary muscle, one eye winked.

ravel-unravel, and in becoming
one act, art this story well

238

Moved, then, upward to tones remind.
you are, then, and holding-to

these dragons are permissive a
goal of warm terms. And embrace

them, sisters, all is worn around
the eyes, and love's gates are

warm, too, today, at cloud &
sink, who we are between

allowances, and driven skillfully
about, a delicate matter, you

two, and how to hold her
both ways again, both lose

and children scattered to
their posts and dreams. Well,

she might ride these waves
along the highway and roof

the moon, even, it is a break
-out of light, a truck low

rumbling toward love's name,
the room, and won, there,

the house decides to speak
and does, standing at the edge.

239

At the edge, again; she swims.
but swim around, even

into seeming porches, often
received, pooled, spent to

term. Swift or new, your
heat submits, sides new

airs resembled and thorough.
pooled, then, as light's

own signifying, line to line,
that there is a place, to

root & rest, revive the life
I made among my lessons.

dream, then, and roam
this highway home, at

fire & child returned along
and met, these types of

persons, masked by the day
or covered into being by

anything, and new, too,
begun or foamed. Line and

cone, the book is opened, a
learning of the marks & loops.

240

And I see, at dawn, that you
spread open, and play it up &

on, something to laugh at, this.
and here, alone, the way means

here & this, and no others,
they are they, and flown, I

saw them go along, reading a
personal dominion. Do your

daily duty. Hop this light plat
-form & slide your ropes aside.

no, nothing admits to pressure,
and the hot edge of spring

has slipped me by, at last;
no touch to images, images

do not touch, but slip away,
termed privately, at least,

and written for myself, a
meditative retirement, but

with crossed purposes, how can
I dig your ass, driving, the

way I am, downhill. Dream-
ing, anyway, that it might work.

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Turn re:turn, at dawn, you could
ride me, half asleep, yr coming

bounces. Adrift, this slowness is a
stone, but rolled undreamed to

this fresh air of noon. And blown,
these eggs are packed away

and steamed body's large heart
and unremitting waves are close:

stir your juices by hand, astrid
the blue pole, heaved over

backwards and slipped aside,
your openings greased and

turned around, back to back.
but held, your heart's edges

are buttocks & the center of
willingness erect & hard,

pushed & stung, mirrored to
these shallow drifts of acts.

wait, then, recipients of losses &
possessors of solitude, a hard

string follows in & sprays yr
tubes, lighted, seeds are eggs.

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Mouth's image, tongue, and open
the door to light beginning to

prosper, spread back and sung,
another newer bounce, if you've

learned yr time & practiced, see
-ing, each other over board & bed,

or swings her back & has her
get one off herself before coming

back to him, sees this elementary
display & jerks her off, turns

her around, drives in behind, but
lays these seeds down her

throat, sequence of song, tongue
of acts, and roomed, rhymed,

we are exhausted : I await your
new body, queen & prism, a

fresh-flesh cunt, and mine, too,
to watch & play, and loom re

-move this air of deepness, to
survive into beginning & pleasure.

sustained by the will to act, an
episode enactment, and soon, sausage!

243

Tightened rings, loosed to acts,
revoke & pool, release, calm.

mode to sleep, or your body's air
of healing, that you might like it

down behind this way of being the
same : practised some by other

seas, inert then pushed to life, a
new term to slip aside your

cheeks and in the tunnel, over
your shoulders, held by her

ears, a tight throat, bird like
the worm drums down & clears

the song again. Daily dues more
often to drive the day away,

and rested less than that to
push terminal & loop, eased

inside the moon is new you
are coming again, I know, the

rooms are ready, and no more
terms removed. A steady juice,

and flown, eagle to turn, reefed
pretty ass, and come on home, in.

244

Life's term of light regained, and
driven new to pool this lease of

time and memory: blown aside and
firm, the room glows uncertainly

or incomplete. Skipped blue airs and
revolve away to sound sound, or

skipped and pooled, a lease of light
to term or spell the way ahead

is new, too, and wrapt, skinned
and riven, but ample, full and

turned, out, into being one song
and line, body's light of particular

acts, one upon the other they are,
and the same, as father and

seed, as mother and egg, this
unity of forms subsides to air,

too, and returned, we are, to
the year's soil, and left

aside,: one heart's song become
these words are days again,

and told, the city of its fathers,
blood won and strong, aligned!

245

Looped to term & roomed around
aside & spun, moved through

-out the line; told & marked,
then, at fragile distances

to speak this rough terminal
of doubt released, or seeded

up your spine, inched in &
pushed, a hard tongue of

light. Speed, and time's remove,
then, at juncture's lawn of,

link of, eases down, her
throat, his muscle, dodge.

but opened out to dawn or
other, and then spooled, a

spot beside the road, and
jerk her off again, and

make this highway easy, or
eastern, a week away, and

roughed her cheeks aside,
pulled away to see her

rings of flesh opening: corn
this rope along your slots.

246

Called in from light begun or
termed anew, and learned-out

a fathom of pools & crevices
then, dived and clued, you

are, in some dying off of face
and name there is a becoming

and pressure : life's distances
recalled a drama and nest:

day at start and film, yr
blue bottom up & over, a

head of this summer and its
loose bananas, facsimile imprint.

floating on top of flying a
new eagle seen aflap to

storm this riding out of gloom.
you are, as set & stir, as

chose or drawn, and along the
way, yr heart, disarray or spoon,

and then loosed, toward and
houses, wattled, even, into

these openings in her body,
the eagle sees his sons arrive.

247

Termed aloft, or rising, day of
and particular, spun toward

the moon's resemblances of doubt,
then, and passion's claims are below.

strung out on love : energy from the
air transformed by time. Roof the

mark and spin aloft to see & claim
her as name & term to heal these

divisions of the heart, again, trance
and dance and drum. Sun to

lawn, you are, and left among
your sentences, at rain's beating

through of love's perpetual glow
of acts. Skipped-out, the throne

of bed and room is declined to
house and work, but built at

a verging of lines between her
eyes, a spot regained and love

at the moment throughout these
simple claims, where there are

none, and made, joy's dispersion
from rain begun at sun & word.

248

And seen, these airs promote to
stem & song arise, eyes, at

your close heart, yellowbud, firm
my wife, from your own north

is spoken : and loom to loop, you
are truly mine, now, and made at

this patience of seasons is not
harmed but leaped out, one to

one is also the same being in the
light of this beginning from the

darkness of the year of our lives
as some full air trembles our

time and intersection. Crossed, a
light ravels these mountings to

some slight distinction. Eyes;
they have burned at me more

than once, now, I have burned
them into this remembering who

I am, eagle, and another day
Yellowbud comes back soon

enough, as the silence of the
bridge falls back, then, us.


249

The same song, then, rising through
yr body's eye, or thrust to touch,

the way of eases permit to form
this loop lighted from the walls

to match this leap-leafed grown
of air and light, mooned around a

warm term aligned, by shape &
time's moving to & to, then, and

strange, to set away and hold,
sky of lines remove and set,

pool remote yr love begins to
sluice or wait, pushed, alert,

the room, too, glows away alive
remote to tell, and square,

away and driven, or held, at
the edge or seen, there, roofed

by cool pleasures at names are bent,
then, to meet your own fool,

in the garden's nests made clean,
and walled outside another day

is clearing out to skip throughout
another sleep awakes, driven, here.

Book VI

250

Stay, then, heart, at the center of
acts, and hold this way opened

and particular: Static airs cleanse
blue rooms away & mark yr voice

as spoke, one, and named, her time
is thrown open, too, as some light

begun and spread apart, the earth's
own name as word or pool, and

loomed among newer distances of
time and again the roof separates:

charged out, flung in, but held
to term & song, we are solid

and remaining where we are the
same way sending the others

away-alone, and waiting, then,
friend, for some returning of

these looms, erased but seen to
leap out-leaped the shore

of the season, flowered out into
the world we are already

looped around again the day
and then the day, measured, thus!

251

Eyes across the water, between
her eyes, a spot, wooden, entered.

and your time, overthrown, it is in
these attributes of self & song

we initiate to presence this term
begun again to hold, thrust, alert,

wave to wave aloft & sudden, &
water crossed toward some seldom

offers, then, to move throughout this
pole & climb at houses flung

her doors apart & risen, morning,
split the day away: You went

once too often and stayed too
long to last these hours are

made of single acts seen one to
one it does not matter, then,

poet, man or bird, father or seed,
we are still still and keeping the

sacred monuments open, horn & gong,
and do not argue, the rope &

poem will subside and then arrive,
to close the air and open the day.

252

Where, then, at the bridge, I
am not relaxed. Waiting to

ease myself into our life and
this error of wills, let them out

at last, and have us simpler,
unpretending, my heart, sometimes

this heat permits lesion & throng,
but plasters out woolen & new,

an unprofound sentencing of airs.
I love you. Then these wars

begin and hurt our joy. Let
us find our time, it is so good

between us, come down the road
and suck my cock again, give

us those long nights we dreamed
and were too shy for. Under

-scored by "family," left alone
wthout one; changed, I am, &

my own way, alone. We'll meet
half-way, then, and below the

moon your heart, meeting in our
being together, make us new.

253

Left alone, then, we imagine the rest.
go, then, at this sweep of hearts

and looms aloft yr eyes are here
and seen as life's own timing.

or alert, your spoon is handled,
mine necked-out, a chain around

these terms for acts; but do not
wait again to hope for newness.

the old submits and roams down
the alley, finger, in. Dance into

these rooms and spring the lay
of Friday's good and plenty from

between your legs, a spot and
flapped open, a hole, and

tubes are wet, my pole will
stream your heart aloft, shore

and parting, these waves crept
in rhythms of electricity, charged,

storage of life's crossroads, and
up the spine, pivotal bouncing of

hips and hands, music, music,
and spun, aloft, light, seen.

254

Day of, day before, eyes loom
across the court, and shine

alive the face between her
two eyes uncrossed and a

parting of waves tossed alert
this dream of being the same:

her hand is pleasure. Her eyes
are shining. Her knees are open.

seed this earth of time's own
name and spread yr way

into this one act of love's
beginning in the heart, light's

own meeting, and gentle, you
are yellowbud and sent, to

show this pass from mountains
sent alert become begin and

comes, unwrapt, into the
lighted shower, to come there,

too, as wept or held, returned,
symptom of morning smoke,

and sung, throat & tongue, to
see your eye belong & termed.

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Hear, heart, how yellowbud approaches.
and where we are met, some radiance

from between our lines, the wild goose
draws near, and holds along the time.

meeting of green and yellow. Terms are
set, as grace permits progress to unfold.

and the way, then, even of our passion,
is to greater pleasures grown more

private, our functioning made dual
even to flight and vision, two in one.

and the mysteries of our bodies together,
where the seeds and juices fall to

love and light's new trembling, shy &
personal, it is this perfect marriage

we inhabit by our willingness, even, to
have been so mad and gentle, all

at once, confident of love's power to
win us over the fall we had to

make together. And for you, Yellowbud,
and for me, then, for us together have

I made these changes in myself forever
and waited here patiently for your eyes.

256

"I will be inside you tonight," phones.
Your dream came slowly upon me, upright.

thighs apart, you flow juices on me, eye
of your finger in the ring, pleasure

face, eagle's Yellowbud astride the pole
to get off and then get on, and on

we are, heart, pole of your flesh
she comes again, or in the car, to

see beside the stream, how she plays
her song & shows her eyes, you'll

read this, and further on, dressed
to be my pleasure, you'll know my

seeds, and have them, Yellowbud,
as your own, sons they are, to me.

put your finger in, and say my
name, ours, "Eagle," ah, and sing

these days we have before us, long
along the highway, smoke and oil

for our bodies, the music and seeing
the openings in the Queen's own

Body as my own, yes, you are,
inside me, and when you touch...


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And termed, edge, upward, our
light time is constant, bodied forth.

your way, yellowbud, the heart belongs
and stays to hold. We are, then,

creatures of the time, and belong together,
stuck or uncoupled, but close by this

measuring of the changes we have
made to our very passion : decisions

have the weight of pleasure, too,
and lead us toward our house

and mountain, our two pools pledged,
apart no more, thrust toward

our choice, gentle one, of emptiness
together, and we are grown into

it, this peace of touching, song
and scene, at junctures thrust

again, the pole & stare, lake and
lake, the shore of the heart's

wandering tides unwrapped at last,
and last, you have your pleasure,

too, and it is mine, too, to have you
here, and mine, to be your man.

258

Yellowbud comes again. On the road
you could listen to the se words : you

can share my energy by giving me your
special pleasure. Should I give you

these street words? "Jerk off, will you?"
or shall the horse stand between us

as our signal, each to each, that
the jar is open, the lights are on

and you should do your work so
I can see this face of yours in

its smiling. Slow, now, heart, she hears
you, says yes. Surely these dark

priests have said their spells over
our love and made energy and

light out of our play, and in the
alchemy of our mysteries of the body

there are reports to make across
the bed. Horse and rider, how you

climb the pole and ride me. Dance,
Yellowbud, in our smoke and music,

shake your hips, wear our sausage
and give a shot of pleasure. Eat me.

259

Returned, you are, to these physical
mantrum, song bodied forth, by yr hands,

and lighted, my heart, from yellowbud's
flesh and touch, and again seen.

the boundaries of "tactful reserve," &
freaking-out, sleep, this two month

dialog with dark masters of death
and love. Enlarged, my capacities

for energy. And, heart, yr yellowbud
is now inside this zone of mail.

Zipped. "One pushes upward into an
empty city." The south of life,

the red telephone & rain. Grease.
our life has these edges, again,

and here you are, at the center
of our term, mark & pole, seed

and egg, the year turned out to
love, and made again, to hear the

doors flush open once again, open
yr flower, heart, the war is over

and this "meeting of green &
yellow" continues to grow its fruits.


260

Light's term, anew, regained. Loop re
-turned throughout the time's own

leaning; aligned, love's moves, particle
& song, & met thus, two in one, then.

heaved, toward love resembled, or met,
into moving, yellowbud's ears, mood.

or, left away recall center & act,
pool of & named, heart, the world,

as arc and at, the house is mud, too,
yr room is lofted on the center pole.

naked, at the sun, and standing up,
down here on the line, at the last

moment, it wd seem, creating this
order of happiness & by simply

standing up. Loop regained, snake tail
to teeth, season of renewal & trial.

and met, will, "to risk one's life"
in following. The book rules, too.

eye of your open flower, plumbed,
light, your tubes are seeded, in

these children mated, wived &
flown, eagles all, flown, the sky.

261

Pinnacle rewind, folded, flown at
the air and moved, again, toward

the rooms of light, particular and calm,
to name the air of day's songs are

new, too, at another juncture, heart
unknown boundary relieved and

termed, love's names decided, here
and marked out along the

sun remembered, loose or flown
through the day, high or peeled,

along the middle & stay the same,
your heart pretends, now, to hear

the way. Reefed-out, sled or pool.
love is no anchor, reeling firm to

rooms of air : or, heart, your
voices edge the day, spool and

mark remained at outer positions,
and formed around the light

begun anew. Remember, then, your
meditations. Control or pattern,

trial of new airs and not so
very new at all, loved, yellowbud.

262

Formed, along and turned, love's
airs recalled and new, but easy

how she leaps & holds, here, where
it is too close. But the house

waits to be built, and will, a
verb and noun, poled-out her

rear is entered, sprayed & left,
it is possible, then, to hear

light's seeding, a call for
practice. But hold, and no

uncertainty beckons off afar as
we hold to what is proper,

and spin aloft, storm and
toss this ripe pinnacle of

airs are new, or met, continues
to be the same. Your ears

subside and it is the body's
work to mellow-out these scenes

are viewed, reviewed and hold
assigned to firm the pole and

star, reef of, clarity, song &
term, marked, aloft, spun.

263

Or spared abroad, the way of the flesh
and heart of love's origins in the time

of plants. The air belongs, too, to the wind
and holds to term aloft, again, and

roomed alert to spell this breaking of
the horse, and how she sleeps the

day, dreamed, perhaps, yellowbud , into some
becoming, or leaving, even, but profuse,

or even as "the writing's better," does
that not also reflect the time and

place of the life underway at hand,
even, or lighted by yr candle,

and beaten down to the ground,
and alert to sacrifices & survivals

of the spirit. I do not know, but
hold along the edges to my will,

if there is a name proper to the
beating of these seas & shores inside

your rooms of pleasure. And white
walls, our house, subside to dreams

and down here at the end of things,
only love defeats these roaring waves.

264

Again, eyes across the water, we vanish
into our soil & spin rotating at the way.

or into your heart's pain you are alone
and met at this bridge and song, one.

No doubled outer other, and love's eye
stays alert and particular. Home to light.

the mud has softened our hearts, too, &
pushed this life along, both eyes the same.

and hold, yellowbud, grow your wings
fortunately, match the day, wife & dream.

uprised throughout death's delay, submit
these lives again, this love belongs to us

pulled among our hesitations, words to
meet the pain, but sung responding at

our tearing hearts, spun to green &
yellow, or met at the mountain's center

of detail. Loop regained, snaked, yr term
is full & borne, but goes throughout

life's fragile eloquence recalls white
beauty spilling from your being into

mine, our children grown & flown
and into this particular day, success!

265

Loop regained recalled from form
and term, alert yr flow of air

to skip this pool & claim, room of
light beginnings in the eyes,

told and spent, then, held affirm
to slip sleep rotating your love

is lime and particle, terms are
elapsed to send them home, a

new strain of cool loafs. But, heart,
words begin to leave and the way

is known, pushing leaf by leaf to
erode the day and carry time's

arrows arised at posts away the
house as built or roofed, some

white mud and air removed at
tables and their ways of cool

beginnings, attached like this moon
is made alive and well to hold

hold and move, young arts below,
and tight, more than that, along

your days are mine, too, and not
imagined where we are at work.

266

Termed aloft anew regained
to recall & time, day of colors

in some magnificence, or forgetting
eye to field this lesser density of

tone, and edge away yr favors are
pulled away, and organized for

ever at yr center, and white this
term of beauty, spilled, your being,

into my beginning, and called along,
you are, to verge this love to seed

and song. The sun emits pleasure
and holds the heart close and closer.

peel, light to, beginning of life's
fruitful claim, pointed, then, at grace

to see or seen, child of, son of,
my own, arrived inside my bodies,

or where we are caused, then, father
of light begun, and eagle crossed,

to heave other outer, and blue balloons
bright, thrust from the center of

monuments, this day revives some
tight trails, heart, yellowbud. Stem.

267

Loop regained, along-among, of
this light-to and held, the tree

is rooted, an eagle nested in its
brim & span. You are, then, and

spoke, this day and met, love's eye
tossed alert and thorough, inclined

by her blue waves, the height is
told, air upon air of light's calm

or destiny, and blown throughout a
terminal lasts, her mouth opened

and spoke, suns are crossed ascendant,
where particles resound outer and

outer, lapsed to moves her winter
song has flown me by and turned

these days inside-out, loafed, a
noodle, air. Past parts sent to loop

alert become your noon of airs at
the road bent from nestling

cushions, a meeting of green and
yellow, another change is buried

within this seed, of move and pain,
and your heart, yellowbud, is gone.

268

The day of my life, yellowbud,
and turned upside up, there

are these signs left everywhere, in
both our houses, that our love is

strong and practical, and only awaits
the movement of the man into a

sphere of tranquility and independence.
open, the book says, your mouth,

and eat this life alive, green and
yellow we are : love is no anchor

to the heart, yet, and we are
all alive and well : but in heal

-ing, flower, the heart should become
empty. Love's anchor is the empty

heart. Well, we're all waiting, these
limitations gall me, too. The slow

circuitry of life between us,
our traceries of light. And

read aloud, you were, last
night, given to the butterfly

dance. I read a few of the
worst, too. Loved, arise, top.

269

New airs profound and gentle, the horse
is riding through the waves. Her eyes

uncrossed throughout the same way
sending. In our events, heart, day to

day, I am reaching out for yellowbud
engrossed alive your heart's farewell,

and drawing these threads together, net.
or your voice along the wire road,

meeting me on the mountain, nested
in to resting for your preparation into

my world at last, even emptied of
love in your own flying out, spirit

and mood, collapsed at last to rest
regained and moved throughout the

same, we are crossed at destiny
these blue beginnings, arrive, heart,

out of disaster, in no hospital but the
mind and in no death but light's

opening of the way. Retrieve, then, at
loop and song, you are, learning the

difference between being together
or not. Eagle's made but once, heart.

270

Called around the air today, & quit
claiming on the past parts away.

but you called, too, crying in the
phone booth, butterfly, about house

and garden. "before completion," and
goes along the line outside out this

feeling around these sunny days for
the handles of the casket, and then

looping down mix & mix for an
eagle to fly along beside me

in this ear of soups, again, and
Spoke from side to side, or wheeled

around the corner. You speak. &
then the birds fly around my

ears again, a center of beginnings
unwrapt to seal these lines &

terms at last, contact, contract, a
spot, foal, between your hearts,

and hard on in to slip your lays
away and make the rest sting

and sing again, her hair turned out.
spool. Heart & song, moved, day of.

271

The course we take, away from another
gathering, not only solitude and turned

out. The road, butterfly, tingles with
the pressure of our lives mingled, and

difficulty should give way into our own
privacies. Holding on, heart, to what

is purely true, and the way is seen as
something clear, moved throughout, in love's

song made to vibrate. Will it pull together?
this excess of pushing gently. Wait, hold,

grow our skins along-among. Despair
resembles quiet, and our phone calls

might keep love open. I don't know.
but at the middle, here, we are

watching closely to what goes by, and
even now, where there is finally so

little to hope for, we are not letting
go, but closing our eyes and pressing

will to will at the happy ending. Well,

we might survive into what we
want, butterfly : light, song, love,

Unwound unseen beside the river turned.

272

And held, firm, among what is small,
today, enduring through these marks.

light, then, and no image of your body,
but the imprint of acts left inside,

and worked out, here, nothing is split
off, but, bird, a message about

flight, and love : and nestled, at these
feet & mountains, your mountain

thunders off & hears the time, a
mark among the plunging terms.

and turned along, to hold among
this lowly time at eye & hand, to

feed this body not alone, but
left like emptiness to build a

way along the threads, looped to
green and yellow moods, and

thrust cool to laps alert, held
Your blue bottom, stroked, entered.

but where there is making to be
weighed, listen, the advice you

get is meant well, but leaves
The heart aside. Heart, submit.

273

My eggs laid, scattered but not
spent away, in this storm & pool.

your light formed around the eyes,
way & song aloft these terms

looped along the airs resembled.
time, then, to cool these straws

and stone by stone, a love arise.
a life, too, bird, to pull to

-gether in our stillness, small
matters and the great man

seen, pool & stem, he stalks
yr game, and down the days,

this acid sea foams yr legs
are wings, butterfly, to flap

around my waist and hold
no dream at all, but walk

-ing dune & charm & line, pole
of new beginning, and at the

start, impossible, perhaps, but
this ease permits yr trailer.

eagle at his city, and moved
throughout and leap these clouds...

274

And seen, atop, of storm or line,
heart, yr term and song alive

and well, storage, emptying of
rage as spoken afar to leap

off, anew regains to bread & air.
and grounded, then, to sleep &

foal again, butterfly, as these
roads converge at some close

distance of seasons, as apart
we have some nests and lees.

you are, then, and that's enough,
to be some turn & straw.

buried out of sense. Mountain
and top, the line along

the way is changed, moved
and following the time, to

stand atop the gate, as
turtles do, in shifting an

entire set, ruled and perfect;
but said, again, this day

revives the dream, and work
too, we'll set these stones together.

275

Love the bone, butterfly, to take
care of your self, this final corner of

abstractions relieves to term and
your blue bottom, a pear of some

delicacy renewed to pool & line, I'll
make some balancing in the air

of our beginning, and begun, emerged
from death's cool shapes to see

and hold along the line, at airs
sent to speak out and outer,

but reduced at poles clipp't or
framed down the hill at tree

and moon to spin alert beheld,
this love is in & sung to claim

our space as moved, astir along
to spread out and hold and

clean your ears, I'll sing us in
-to white rooms again we've

passed the apprentice of darkness
and now we have the day to

make a line at love's heart &
door, at last, at one begun, to.

276

Set out, then, into what is there:
pool, claim, mark, term, set.

aloft, the way is firm, endured
but along to make a place my

own moving, then to join the line
and eye, you are : spoke, at.

words set to the heart. Followed
day by day to ease the path to

another sureness, the same and
not identical, what we have

traded against the night, or
touched and found the light

at love's center. Bold or tuned
out, spear and room, you are

these names again to fold them
on and peel off. But there

it is, made to wait again for
the inevitable heart as said

to promise : at intersect, blue
and red again, and mixed

like mud walls, treed, nested,
move these airs to mark, on.

277 Gorky's childhood

Looped again, child of the way,
and left along these trails and

makes a mark from lines thrown, the
rye & listens, listens : the men

descend, separate, paths of life crossed
uncrossed, face of a blind man &

the man of powders, but a child to
seek another time, trods out into

the meadow a long look back, &
our terms regained again from

light these women hold the time, too,
and play it out throughout another

air is left to hear & tell these
stories, he did not hide his future

in this presence of festivals where
they have their books alert to

term or spell, the mouse in the bottle
the food shimmering through the cloth

and light white filmed at eye &
line. Song, then, butterfly, looped

regained & termed, foal at charge,
your heart has broken through again.

278

Your face alert alive the bird
around our town has appeared.

free & true, between times away
and held out, we are alert

and moved throughout your heart
and holds the day alive to come

again retrieve to light the house
is slowly growing right to right

and love. Clothed in light before
our way to the mountain, &

waiting here to hear yr words
tonight, at pool & term, of

new airs resembled outer at
some sentencing, affirmed to

mood or mark & spent a day
is long enough transformed

from law to heart the same
rules at yr gentle ways

and arrive to make our life
draw around and hold. And

you, butterfly, to hear these lines
at love's permission. Loop regained.

279

And in this, body, we are come
around to stop here, and rest.

our own stillness is the center of the
world, there is no other place.

I’ll come up the road one last time,
send myself home along the long way.

love's day begins here, heart, and
we'll make some houses ring with

love; but oh these days are too long,
and I've had enough forever.

let me have your face before
me all the time, your clean body

in my arms, I'll sing between
your legs, touch your shaved

places tenderly again and then
again because I love you.

Let's go on, then, babe, and
find a house, a piece of

ground to lie on together
and see my sons arrive

around us, sacred life we
live. Begin us, god, again.