Machine (Plaisir)
was sleeping
met
not dream that’s reception or production
the residue?
there was an I I did not name her she did not decide to drink of you
find a word perhaps
failing to form in its wake or echo a category
opened the door closed it descended
bright sun but bare leaves tell all
what does
a word leave what’s a red leaf then a sea of them
because vast must be crossed
why
already are here left of you I
false like his time is my time our time
in the shallow water she holds me drift current would
hear that song whales to each other we
call it song
why call anything else?
I take what I need into my mouth perhaps more
than I need
the rest stays at rest he’s she uttering
what dismantles you composes something else or doesn’t
belief meant to want he carries
a flame across still water
Machine (Lunar)
little temptest
doesn’t know
self other
how is it
waves do not always say
the same thing?
in a breeze the leaves waver
not there yet
vaulted concrete steel rail glass
hopeless sky window of what is there
cannot touch no
not ever
bright orb of light dark season that this
stands to bless erotics chunk
blasted coagulate torn once of earth
no thing says anything only the speaker
we say denotes assurance of repetition
stasis
mimicry
death but
what’s dead not still inert not same
mimic what I suppose my composition to be
maintain a stasis distrupted
glass maybe? even that material
filled by that which is just
passing
contain contained
you’ll startle me I’ll appear one moment
to be a doe through water
little
firework
Machine (Ahistorical)
seed blackened burns the earth
takes takes
named she to make it easier she takes
no she to name
invented saw one day whole
or fragment
name later takes what’s needed
absolute lack of question doubt
without hesitancy
tooth branch flesh soil
methods of accumulation extraction
imagine a one make this easier took
no asking not ended well in fact
without end garden is something enclosed
tended to
she mishap of name a sphere
circumference everywhere
fence it to find it tooth claw extract it
trees surge how added to themselves
little to say so much to feel less, hidden?
for staying unsaid not still material
there is an I make this easier reaches out
her make this easier falters
never a thing in what talk about
thrum calling monotonous resonance autonomous
sort of sings
why should what is cruel be also beautiful?
rain on black stone absence
was there is not
Machine (Plaisir) also appears in print.
