Love Songs to Joannes
1
Spawn of Fantasies
Sitting the appraisable
Pig Cupid
His rosy snout
Rooting erotic garbage
" Once upon a time "
Pulls a weed
White star-topped
Among wild oats
Sown in mucous-membrane.
I would
An eye in a Bengal light
Eternity in a skyrocket
Constellations in an ocean
Whose rivers run no fresher
Than a trickle of saliva
There are suspect places
I must live in my lantern
Trimming subliminal flicker
Virginal to the bellows
Of experience
Colored glass
2
The skin-sack
In which wanton duality
Packed
All the completions
Of my infructuous impulses
Something the shape of a man
To the casual vulgarity of the merely observant
More of a clock-work mechanism
Running down against time
To which I am not paced
My fingertips are numb
From fretting your hair
A God's doormat
On the threshold of your mind
3
We might have coupled
In the bedridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
Where wine is spilled on promiscuous lips
We might have given birth to a butterfly
With the daily news
Printed in blood on its wings
4
Once in a mezzanino
The starry ceiling
Vaulted an unimaginable family
Bird-like abortions
With human throats
And Wisdom's eyes
Who wore lamp shade red dresses
And woolen hair
One bore a baby
In a padded porte-enfant
Tied with a sarsenet ribbon
To her goose's wings
But for the abominable shadows
I would have lived
Among their fearful furniture
To teach them to tell me their secrets
Before I guessed
— Sweeping the brood clean out.
5
Midnight empties the street
I am undecided which way back
To the left a boy
— One wing has been washed in rain
The other will never be clean any more —
Pulling door-bells to remind
Those that are snug
To the right a haloed ascetic
Threading houses
Probes wounds for souls
— The poor can't wash in hot water —
And I don't know which turning to take —
Since you got home to yourself first
6
I know the Wire-Puller intimately
And if it were not for the people
On whom you keep one eye
You could look straight at me
And Time would be set back
7
The wind stuffs the scum of the white street
Into my lungs and my nostrils
Exhilarated birds
Prolonging flight into the night
Never reaching
8
I am the jealous storehouse of the candle-ends
That lit your adolescent learning
Behind God's eyes
There might
Be other lights
9
When we lifted
Our eyelids on Love
A cosmos
Of coloured voices
And laughing honey
And spermatozoa
At the core of Nothing
In the milk of the Moon
10
Shuttle-cock and battle-door
A little pink-love
And feathers are strewn
11
Dear one at your mercy
Our Universe
Is only
A colorless onion
You derobe
Sheath by sheath
Remaining
A disheartening odour
About your nervy hands
12
Voices break on the confines of passion
Desire Suspicion Man Woman
Solve in the humid carnage
Flesh from flesh
Draws the inseparable delight
Kissing at gasps to catch it
Is it true
That I have set you apart
Inviolate in an utter crystalization
Of all the jolting of the crowd
Taught me willingly to live to share
Or are you
Only the other half
Of an ego's necessity
Scourging pride with compassion
To the shallow sound of dissonance
And boom of escaping breath
13
Come to me. There is something
I have got to tell you and I can't tell
Something taking shape
Something has a new name
A new dimension
A new use
A new illusion
It is ambient And it is in your eyes
Something shiny Something only for you
Something that I must not see
It is in my ears Something very resonant
Something that you must not hear
Something only for me
Let us be very jealous
Very suspicious
Very conservative
Very cruel
Or we might not make an end of the jostling aspirations
Disorb inviolate egos
Where two or there are welded together
They shall become god
Oh that's right
Keep away from me Please give me a push
Don't let me understand you Don't realize me
Or we might tumble together
Depersonalized
Identical
Into the terrific Nirvana
Me you — you — me
14
Today
Everlasting passing apparent imperceptible
To you
I bring the nascent virginity of
— Myself — for the moment
No love or the other thing
Only the impact of lighted bodies
Knocking sparks off each other
In chaos
15
Seldom Trying for Love
Fantasy dealt them out as gods
Two or three men looked only human
But you alone
Superhuman apparently
I had to be caught in the weak eddy
Of your driveling humanity
To love you most
16
We might have lived together
In the lights of the Arno
Or gone apple stealing under the sea
Or played
Hide and seek in love and cobwebs
And a lullaby on a tin pan
And talked till there were no more tongues
To talk with
And never have known any better
17
I don't care
Where the legs of the legs of the furniture are walking to
Or what is hidden in the shadows they stride
Or what would look at me
If the shutters were not shut
Red a warm colour on the battlefield
Heavy on my knees as a counterpane
Count counter
I counted the fringe of the towel
Till two tassels clinging together
Let the square room fall away
From a round vacuum
Dilating with my breath.
18
Out of the serving
Of the hill from the hill
The interim
Of star from star
That nascent
Static
Of night
19
Nothing so conserving
As cool cleaving
Note of the Q H U
Clear carving
Breath-giving
Pollen smelling
Space
White telling
Of slaking
Drinkable
Through fingers
Running water
Grass haulms
Grow to
Leading astray
Of fireflies
Aerial quadrille
Bouncing
Off one another
Again conjoining
In recaptured pulses
Of-light
You too
Had something
At that time
Of a green-lit glow-worm
Yet slowly drenched
To raylessness
In rain
20
Let Joy go solace-winged
To flutter whom she may concern
21
I store up nightness against you
Heavy with shut-flower's nightmares
*****
Stack-noons
Curled to the solitaire
Core of the
Sun
22
Green things grow
Salads
For the cerebral
Forager's revival
Upon bossed bellies
Of mountains
Rolling in the sun
And flowered flummery
Breaks to my silly shoes
In ways without you
I go
Gracelessly
As things go
23
Laughter in solution
Stares in a stare
Irredeemable pledges
Of pubescent consummations
Rot
To the recurrent moon
Bleach
To the pure white
Wickedness of pain
24
The procreative truth of Me
Petered out
In pestilent
Tear drops
Little lusts and lucidities
And prayerful lies
Muddled with the heinous acerbity
Of your streetcorner smile
25
Licking the Arno
The little rosy
Tongue of Dawn
Interferes with our eyelashes
We twiddle to it
Round and round
Faster
And turn into machines
Till the sun
Subsides in shining
Melts some of us
Into abysmal pigeon-holes
Passion has bored
In warmth
Some few of us
Grow to the level of cool plains
Cutting our foothold
With steel eyes
26
Shedding our petty pruderies
From slit eyes
We sidle up
To Nature
that irate pornographist
27
Nucleus Nothing
Inconceivable concept
Insentient repose
The hands of races
Drop off from
Immodifiable plastic
The contents
Of our ephemeral conjunction
In aloofness from Much
Flowed the approachment of — — —
NOTHING
There was a man and a woman
In the way
While the Irresolvable
Rubbed with our daily deaths
Impossible eyes
28
The steps go up for ever
And they are white
And the first step is the last white
Forever.
Coloured conclusions
Smelt to synthetic
Whiteness
Of my
Emergence
And I am burnt quite white
In the climacteric
Withdrawal of your sun
And wills and words all white
Suffuse
Illimitable monotone
White where there is nothing to see
But a white towel
Wipes the cymophanous sweat
Mist rise of living —
From your
Etiolate body
And the white dawn
Of your New Day
Shuts down on me
Unthinkable that white over there —
Is smoke from your house
29
Evolution — fall foul of
Sexual equality
Prettily miscalculate
Similitude
Unnatural selection
Breed such sons and daughters
As shall jibber at each other
Uninterpretable cryptonyms
Under the moon
Give them some way of braying brassily
For caressive calling
Or to homophonous hiccoughs
Transpose the laugh
Let them suppose that tears
Are snowdrops or molasses
Or anything
But human insufficiencies
Begging dorsal vertebrae
Let meeting be the turning
To the antipodean
And Form a blurr
Anything —
But seduce them
To the one
As simple satisfaction
For the other
Let them clash together
From their incognitoes
In seismic orgasm
For far further
Differentiation
Rather than watch
Own-self distortion
Wince in the alien ego
30
In some
Prenatal plagiarism
Foetal buffoons
Caught tricks
From archetypal pantomime
Stringing emotions
Looped aloft
For the blind eyes
That Nature knows us with
And the most of Nature is green
What guaranty
For the proto form
We fumble
Our souvenir ethics to
31
Crucifixion
Of a busybody
Longing to interfere so
With the intimacies
Of your insolent isolation
Crucifixion
Of an illegal ego's
Éclosion
On your equilibrium
Caryatid of an idea
Crucifixion
Wracked arms
Index extremities
In vacuum
To the unbroken fall
32
The moon is cold
Joannes
Where the Mediterranean ...
33
The prig of passion
To your professional paucity
Protoplasm was raving mad
Evolving us
34
Love — the preeminent litterateur
Spawn of Fantasies
Sitting the appraisable
Pig Cupid
His rosy snout
Rooting erotic garbage
" Once upon a time "
Pulls a weed
White star-topped
Among wild oats
Sown in mucous-membrane.
I would
An eye in a Bengal light
Eternity in a skyrocket
Constellations in an ocean
Whose rivers run no fresher
Than a trickle of saliva
There are suspect places
I must live in my lantern
Trimming subliminal flicker
Virginal to the bellows
Of experience
Colored glass
2
The skin-sack
In which wanton duality
Packed
All the completions
Of my infructuous impulses
Something the shape of a man
To the casual vulgarity of the merely observant
More of a clock-work mechanism
Running down against time
To which I am not paced
My fingertips are numb
From fretting your hair
A God's doormat
On the threshold of your mind
3
We might have coupled
In the bedridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
Where wine is spilled on promiscuous lips
We might have given birth to a butterfly
With the daily news
Printed in blood on its wings
4
Once in a mezzanino
The starry ceiling
Vaulted an unimaginable family
Bird-like abortions
With human throats
And Wisdom's eyes
Who wore lamp shade red dresses
And woolen hair
One bore a baby
In a padded porte-enfant
Tied with a sarsenet ribbon
To her goose's wings
But for the abominable shadows
I would have lived
Among their fearful furniture
To teach them to tell me their secrets
Before I guessed
— Sweeping the brood clean out.
5
Midnight empties the street
I am undecided which way back
To the left a boy
— One wing has been washed in rain
The other will never be clean any more —
Pulling door-bells to remind
Those that are snug
To the right a haloed ascetic
Threading houses
Probes wounds for souls
— The poor can't wash in hot water —
And I don't know which turning to take —
Since you got home to yourself first
6
I know the Wire-Puller intimately
And if it were not for the people
On whom you keep one eye
You could look straight at me
And Time would be set back
7
The wind stuffs the scum of the white street
Into my lungs and my nostrils
Exhilarated birds
Prolonging flight into the night
Never reaching
8
I am the jealous storehouse of the candle-ends
That lit your adolescent learning
Behind God's eyes
There might
Be other lights
9
When we lifted
Our eyelids on Love
A cosmos
Of coloured voices
And laughing honey
And spermatozoa
At the core of Nothing
In the milk of the Moon
10
Shuttle-cock and battle-door
A little pink-love
And feathers are strewn
11
Dear one at your mercy
Our Universe
Is only
A colorless onion
You derobe
Sheath by sheath
Remaining
A disheartening odour
About your nervy hands
12
Voices break on the confines of passion
Desire Suspicion Man Woman
Solve in the humid carnage
Flesh from flesh
Draws the inseparable delight
Kissing at gasps to catch it
Is it true
That I have set you apart
Inviolate in an utter crystalization
Of all the jolting of the crowd
Taught me willingly to live to share
Or are you
Only the other half
Of an ego's necessity
Scourging pride with compassion
To the shallow sound of dissonance
And boom of escaping breath
13
Come to me. There is something
I have got to tell you and I can't tell
Something taking shape
Something has a new name
A new dimension
A new use
A new illusion
It is ambient And it is in your eyes
Something shiny Something only for you
Something that I must not see
It is in my ears Something very resonant
Something that you must not hear
Something only for me
Let us be very jealous
Very suspicious
Very conservative
Very cruel
Or we might not make an end of the jostling aspirations
Disorb inviolate egos
Where two or there are welded together
They shall become god
Oh that's right
Keep away from me Please give me a push
Don't let me understand you Don't realize me
Or we might tumble together
Depersonalized
Identical
Into the terrific Nirvana
Me you — you — me
14
Today
Everlasting passing apparent imperceptible
To you
I bring the nascent virginity of
— Myself — for the moment
No love or the other thing
Only the impact of lighted bodies
Knocking sparks off each other
In chaos
15
Seldom Trying for Love
Fantasy dealt them out as gods
Two or three men looked only human
But you alone
Superhuman apparently
I had to be caught in the weak eddy
Of your driveling humanity
To love you most
16
We might have lived together
In the lights of the Arno
Or gone apple stealing under the sea
Or played
Hide and seek in love and cobwebs
And a lullaby on a tin pan
And talked till there were no more tongues
To talk with
And never have known any better
17
I don't care
Where the legs of the legs of the furniture are walking to
Or what is hidden in the shadows they stride
Or what would look at me
If the shutters were not shut
Red a warm colour on the battlefield
Heavy on my knees as a counterpane
Count counter
I counted the fringe of the towel
Till two tassels clinging together
Let the square room fall away
From a round vacuum
Dilating with my breath.
18
Out of the serving
Of the hill from the hill
The interim
Of star from star
That nascent
Static
Of night
19
Nothing so conserving
As cool cleaving
Note of the Q H U
Clear carving
Breath-giving
Pollen smelling
Space
White telling
Of slaking
Drinkable
Through fingers
Running water
Grass haulms
Grow to
Leading astray
Of fireflies
Aerial quadrille
Bouncing
Off one another
Again conjoining
In recaptured pulses
Of-light
You too
Had something
At that time
Of a green-lit glow-worm
Yet slowly drenched
To raylessness
In rain
20
Let Joy go solace-winged
To flutter whom she may concern
21
I store up nightness against you
Heavy with shut-flower's nightmares
*****
Stack-noons
Curled to the solitaire
Core of the
Sun
22
Green things grow
Salads
For the cerebral
Forager's revival
Upon bossed bellies
Of mountains
Rolling in the sun
And flowered flummery
Breaks to my silly shoes
In ways without you
I go
Gracelessly
As things go
23
Laughter in solution
Stares in a stare
Irredeemable pledges
Of pubescent consummations
Rot
To the recurrent moon
Bleach
To the pure white
Wickedness of pain
24
The procreative truth of Me
Petered out
In pestilent
Tear drops
Little lusts and lucidities
And prayerful lies
Muddled with the heinous acerbity
Of your streetcorner smile
25
Licking the Arno
The little rosy
Tongue of Dawn
Interferes with our eyelashes
We twiddle to it
Round and round
Faster
And turn into machines
Till the sun
Subsides in shining
Melts some of us
Into abysmal pigeon-holes
Passion has bored
In warmth
Some few of us
Grow to the level of cool plains
Cutting our foothold
With steel eyes
26
Shedding our petty pruderies
From slit eyes
We sidle up
To Nature
that irate pornographist
27
Nucleus Nothing
Inconceivable concept
Insentient repose
The hands of races
Drop off from
Immodifiable plastic
The contents
Of our ephemeral conjunction
In aloofness from Much
Flowed the approachment of — — —
NOTHING
There was a man and a woman
In the way
While the Irresolvable
Rubbed with our daily deaths
Impossible eyes
28
The steps go up for ever
And they are white
And the first step is the last white
Forever.
Coloured conclusions
Smelt to synthetic
Whiteness
Of my
Emergence
And I am burnt quite white
In the climacteric
Withdrawal of your sun
And wills and words all white
Suffuse
Illimitable monotone
White where there is nothing to see
But a white towel
Wipes the cymophanous sweat
Mist rise of living —
From your
Etiolate body
And the white dawn
Of your New Day
Shuts down on me
Unthinkable that white over there —
Is smoke from your house
29
Evolution — fall foul of
Sexual equality
Prettily miscalculate
Similitude
Unnatural selection
Breed such sons and daughters
As shall jibber at each other
Uninterpretable cryptonyms
Under the moon
Give them some way of braying brassily
For caressive calling
Or to homophonous hiccoughs
Transpose the laugh
Let them suppose that tears
Are snowdrops or molasses
Or anything
But human insufficiencies
Begging dorsal vertebrae
Let meeting be the turning
To the antipodean
And Form a blurr
Anything —
But seduce them
To the one
As simple satisfaction
For the other
Let them clash together
From their incognitoes
In seismic orgasm
For far further
Differentiation
Rather than watch
Own-self distortion
Wince in the alien ego
30
In some
Prenatal plagiarism
Foetal buffoons
Caught tricks
From archetypal pantomime
Stringing emotions
Looped aloft
For the blind eyes
That Nature knows us with
And the most of Nature is green
What guaranty
For the proto form
We fumble
Our souvenir ethics to
31
Crucifixion
Of a busybody
Longing to interfere so
With the intimacies
Of your insolent isolation
Crucifixion
Of an illegal ego's
Éclosion
On your equilibrium
Caryatid of an idea
Crucifixion
Wracked arms
Index extremities
In vacuum
To the unbroken fall
32
The moon is cold
Joannes
Where the Mediterranean ...
33
The prig of passion
To your professional paucity
Protoplasm was raving mad
Evolving us
34
Love — the preeminent litterateur
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